Broken
I feel broken cut in half with a knife slicing and dicing every aspect of my life.
When are you going to just leave me alone? When are you going to stop sending obstacles
for me to run. When are you going to just let me be me... Everything I want you seem to
make so far out of reach. The things I have you end up taking away.... make them stray
to new and better things. I wish for once I could have some peace, no more tears falling
out of my eyes no more stress. Just success. Don't you want that for me? It doesn't
seem that way and sometimes i'm afraid that you will cut a wound so deep that I won't be
able to stand up straight. Will anyone be beside me after your done with your misery?
Will I have anyone at all or will I be broken on the ground alone gasping for air
begging for a hello that will not come.
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