Shattered
How do I start,
Picking up the pieces left from my life that shattered,
In the warm month of June the exact day fell on the 9th.
Always overhear in passing,
A friend consoling of someone close,
The conversation you may hear listening with overwhelm of care.
Saying to myself what any normal human being with compassion I'm so sorry,
For a brief moment sadness over comes,
Never thinking it will happen to me.
Now here I sit alone looking at the stars that fills the sky,
While close friends smiling, laughing inside,
They don't even know how I've fallen apart inside.
They only see happiness I forced myself to play,
I can only cry while I hide.
My tears over fill my soul,
Drowning behind closed doors feeling sorry for myself,
Even if it's only a brief moment.
Still no one can see the broken pieces,
Left on my shattered life,
Awaiting for that final day without hope,
without expressing for anyone to hear.
There is always tomorrow,
But my tomorrow never comes,
The future now only ends,
The moment I heard on the warm month of June on the 9th day.
I had to start hiding my tears,
To make myself smile to those who care,
While my soul is now drowning behind the closed doors.
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