something i wrote a long time ago

I LIE HERE IN SHATTERS, PEICES LAY SCATTERD, BUT NONE OF IT MATTERS.
I PICK UP THE DISCARDED TATTERS PEOPLE HAVE THROWN AWAY,
AND MOVE ON TO FACE ONE MORE DAY,
AND I PRAY TO GOD IT WON'T BE THE SAME,
I PRAY TO CAST ASIDE MY SHAME, AND I MAY BE GIVEN THE GIFT TO BE BLIND, TO HIDE MY EYES FROM THE HORROR OF THE LAND BEFORE ME, THE HOPE I ONCE HAD HAS BEEN TORN FOR ME, I DO NOT WISH FOR PITY FROM YOU, BUT I WONDER HOW MUCH OF WHAT YOU SAY IS TRUE.
FUZED IS MY MIND TO THE GRAVE, THE THOUGHT TO BE SAVED, TO TRADE MY LIFE FOR SOMTHING MORE, THE MERE THOUGHT SHAKES ME TO MY CORE.
LINGERS THE FINGERS OF DEATH ALWAYS AT MY THROAT, THE TRIGGERS THAT ITICH,
THE BLADE THAT SLITS,
THE ROPE THAT FITS AROUND A WILLING NECK.
TO FIGHT A UNSTOPEBLE BLIGHT, TO WIN OVER SPITE, NO, NOT EVEN WITH ALL THE MIGHT.
LOST OUR THE VOICES THAT PLEAD FOR HELP, LOST TO THOSE WHO SHUT THEM OUT, SHUT OUT FOR FEAR FROM TRUTH, NEVER AGAIN WILL IT BE USED.
A END...is a end.