Ramble Away, Loves.

Why must my body be broken?
Why must my mind be torture?
How can I run away,
From something I've found comfort..
The scars are deep,
They are spread over a creamy sheet,
A sheet of flesh,
With life underneath,
The scars become deeper,
Plucking away like an orchestral song,
The notes are being hit,
Each one forming something new.
The life I had,
The life I have,
The life I want,
The life I'm unsure of.
I want to run,
And never look back,
But before I run,
Could someone fix me?
Grasp each broken piece,
And form a whole?
Could someone for once..
Make my mind shut off,
My body go limp,
And just have me by my heart,
No strings attached?