The Broken One

My eye's stare blankly at this empty paper, contemplating just what I should write. For all of my tears, are only for his delight. Why can't I stop all this dismall writing? My mind wanting happy, yet my heart still fighting. Why can't I keep my thoughts away from him? Beside's, looking back I see all we shared was sin. A fond embrace, a long kiss to start, the look on his face, and I the damsal to play the part. How long can I keep going on like this pathetic heart broken girl, when all I ever wanted was for him to share my world. Dreams of dismay, nightmares of the sun, wish I could say, all of it was fun. The darkest hour of my darkest day, has lead me on the path this way. Why can't I just bleed out the rest, move this mountain, complete the test. All I have left is who I am, and honestly I don't know who that is anymore; Except a broken down woman, Who was beaten, and still sore.