Your Damn Bleeding Core Poem by Lois doyle

Start,
End,
Abolished from the core.
Your damn bleeding core.
What rips you from the inside out?
Latching onto your eyes and playing movies of old memories,
But these memories make you seep from your core.
Whatever makes you, you.
Everything washes away and leaves you stranded on a sandless beach.
The sun never rises because you're blinded by it.
Happiness is standing right in front of you,
But you're stuck in quicksand, depression.
The quicksand you made from your core.
Your damn bleeding core.
Holding onto nothing but a shred of leaves.
Dry, crumbled, burnt leaves.
They look like your core.
They look like you when you stand in front of the mirrior.
Dry even in the waters you swim in.
Crumbled even when you're set between paperweights.
Burnt out like your flicks,
that played old memories on the wall.
Start,
End.
And start again.