Poem- untitled for now

Stricken with the guilt and shame,
nothing like remorse to blame.
Tired of bleeding,
yearning the needing,
nothing heard and nothing spoken.
Nothing, my cold bones were broken.
Twice my havened soul was shattered,
shattered like it never mattered.
Take me once, throw me twice.
I’m no fool to mind’s advice.
Trifled and begotten, not.
Torn and tattered, dropped to rot.
What can save a tortured mindset
from its raving, blistering lock?
What can dispel once forever
something which I cannot talk?
If once spoken, throw me thrice.
Left to believe that one would listen,
lone to know that word’s what’s missing.
For no one knows.
No one sees.
No one goes
to hear my pleas.
Drop me here.
Leave me be.
By and within
only me.