Everything keeps growing inside of me

Everything keeps growing inside of me, weak, a possession, like a diamond sparkling in the rough, but upon it blood from the last remnants  of a touch. As we seek , we destroy it; held until submission dead or alive will take you at our own will, no consideration of anyone as long as you're filled up no matter what.

A personal strew, disposed all over the floor of dreams I use to view passionately, I want more than life more than anything I can ever dream as simple as being with my own self. Just myself, myself. I wrote a fairy tale in ink, the funny thing is that ink bleeds through, what should I do when I lost to my own solution am I stupid or pitiful.

Forever this way will I always remain the same, Is this my destiny, can I break the cycle of a repetitive pie quotation that changes slightly yet always remains the same. Do you believe all the work I put into this just to forget my own abuse.  

Shaking in my shoes trying to get loose, wishing for everything instead of trying to fight for a rescue route. I try not to forget the day my heart broke and faded away, but now I'm better off, so much better.  I looked over a bridge and watched the waterfall  burst so did the rainbow behind the glass; at the end of the day I am alone. I have nothing else to say, yet I keep ticking., I keep ticking.  I am running  from myself I wish to accept you,  nothing new I just want you to know that I am here for you, and at heartbreak I accept you, I accept you, I accept you.