Brokenhearted
I do perceive
All the great words I receive
But how could I be so far
and yet so near,
to what I believe is fear.
Words can be like a chandelier,
falling from the ceiling.
Crushing every bone in your body,
until your heart starts bleeding.
Nothing feels like it makes sense,
its like I'm falling into a sharp fence
until the blood is drenched from my body
until the earth devours me like I'm shoddy.
This hurt.
This brokenhearted feeling.
This pain.
I feel so ashamed.
Why does bad things happen to me?
Why cant anyone see?
That deep down I'm broken,
But still people play me like I'm a token.
Trust,Hope and love I keep a s a treasure.
But still I'm being measured.
I cant help this feeling.
Nor my heart that's bleeding.
This hurt this pain.
Will it ever go away.
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