Outcry of a Broken Heart

Even my mind not stilled by silence my thoughts outraged with hurt and hate as Im dumbfounded with confusion leaving the cause to no debate, I cannot tell you what is wrong to tell you means I'd have to trust, and my heart no longer feels willing, beating only cause it must. I feel a dead man live my life I see his cold abandoned heart, I hear his agonising cries as he is torn more apart, knowing no peace, no rest I find having no comfort, stuck in a bind a vagabond, alone in his life Ive been cut off, betrayal was the knife. awaiting death, and still much worse my whole life upon this earth seems like a scheme to take my worth and bring me to nothing, such is my curse and i fear the effects may never reverse and make believe that I am cursed. the way I feel too great for words too great to bear such constant hurt my soul depressed and left prostrate before God to help, I hope it works. . .