Broken
Broken promises, angry words, silent cries yet to be heard.
A torn heart, a pounding head Lord My God the very thing I dread.
I have been robbed of my peace, my home, my almost perfect life I’va always
known.
Nothing left to build , no one there to hold, damn look at how this stuff is about to
unfold.
Sucking the very life out of me, choking, gasping, slipping away secretly.
All I feel now is pain, not even wanting to get up and start my day.
How hard it is now to hold up my head, ashamed of what will be said.
What do I do, where do I go, how do I keep on going without letting the pain show.
Do I hide myself from society, or do I walk with the shame?
It’s so hard right now to know what to do, asking myself everyday why I still love u.
Sick with frustration, bound by guilt, wrapped in sinful flesh, living with filth.
Feeling as if I am a human toilet, wishing I could just wash it all away.
Hoping I will feel better in a new day.
He came and stole from me like a thief in the night.
Taking my heart and vanishing out of sight.
Where has my heart gone and what with it shall has he done?
Cause I no longer recognize my intimate loved one!
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