Broken

Broken- Reprint Luther's I who have nothing! I who is broken I who have spoken too soon As I now have noone It's now a year in June I have been lost deserted A drift in a sea of my own emotions I'm intermittently frenzied to frozen Numb to the reality of my shattered heart This was a clean break,No soft tissue fracture Who will help me pick up the pieces That is going to be the hardest part I who've been knowing I who can't tell if he's coming or going They look at you with sorrow in their eyes More like that poor poor man They can see the sadness inside They can read as my pen just cries I couldn't pretend anymore No amount of sedative can conceal these lies Now that the world knows, and can have a good laugh at me I lay broken on this tiny apartment floor, disgusted at what I see I without a home I have a roomate but he lives alone I'm conspicuous to the eyes as her absence is my alibi I who have regretfully I who contextually- have replayed our final hours in the Can't go back time machine that haunts me in my mind This kind of torture is what blurries the line Between the living and the dead This is too much pain and suffering for mankind I who if I saw you tomorrow Would have so much to say I who wondered what I could have done to make you stay I who on my knees do pray for your successful recovery Run from all your demons and if any of them are me Or your ability to love completely Heal your mind free your body I hope this time away gives you the perspective Peace and serenity. I have nothing more but my deepest apology I lay broken in my own apathy.