Tattered and torn the remains of my once intact soul
Left empty from giving my all to situations that deserve less than everything
Nothing of the real me remains as my mask slips into place
I lose another piece of the internal me
My eyes cry the tears my soul has no way to release
I strive toward love while sacrificing security
Surrendering my needs in an attempt to achieve a chance with wants
Dying to be loved but doubting my ability to receive
Even a fraction of what I deserve 
Frozen, frigid, foreigner to the constancy of true togetherness
Praying for the strength to let down my guard
Trust as alien as the moon
Tattered and torn, my intact soul just the remains