Torn

I’ve been torn apart I’ve had a broken heart My mind’s been dizzying low I tried hard not to let it show But no matter how much I would try I lived my life as a lie I had come to possess no sense My life full of fiction and pretence I survived behind a mask Where living life was my toughest task Every breath I took was a fight To gain back some logical insight Every place I would turn I could find nothing new to learn I needed something stable to grasp My life hanging like a necklace without its clasp So I turn to my trusty pen And attempt to put myself together again To search each and every thought Trying to shake the depression that had me caught. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ©copyright Juanita Torr ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~