Scattered

inner workings of hurt and resolution

Once when sadness ruled my face.....
  and pain did know my name.
A heart so heavy, torn apart.....
  and only one to blame.
Skeletons hang, neatly stacked.....
  each a labeled sin.
Wandering mind of mislead youth....
  where should one begin?
Time should heal a troubled soul.....
  and mend a wounded spirit.
But to explain to crowded ears.....
  makes hard of one to hear it.
I buried deep a tear stained girl...
  and washed her dirty hands.
To rise above and beyond death...
  to live and make amends.