The Storyteller

I can not trust myself anymore Ever since you left, walked out the door It's like I'm stuck, suspended in air Numb from the pain, fighting back the fear Every breath I take is agony Without you it's so hard to be I'm so lost, don't know what path to take I must break free, for my soul's sake My life has become one big mess The choices are hard, I always second guess I am a storyteller, a weaver of words But why is it so hard to make my life work? My story is sad, its a tragedy Why can't my ending be happy? Stuck in a cycle, a vicious loop This is as low as I will stoop I am strong and I am incredible If you never saw than you are a fool I am worthy of being loved too I guess my love was just too big for you Unconditional and loyal to a fault As hot and fierce as a lightening bolt I am still a storyteller, so I will weave my words And from now on my story shall be worth all my work Written on the 20th of October 2010 whilst suffering from a broken heart