Waiting for a beginning,
a reason for living

I'm calm
as the blood drips off my palm

i wish i could,
but i don't know if i should.

here i whine,
apparently im not fine.

i can't be pure;
there is no cure.

these tears
are from the fears.

as i raise from my grave
i tend to misbehave

i should have never came....
i'm impossible to tame.

carly bachor

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-return-3/