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Broken
I wish I knew just how I got to this place.
Where I can look in a mirror and see an unfamiliar face.
Once a young man full of dreams and pride.
Now just a lost soul that's empty inside.
Before my life took many unfortunate turns.
And replaced my family with headstones and erns.
It seemed that my life had purpose and meaning.
And I tackled each day with passion and feeling.
Sometimes for a brief moment i'll catch a glimpse.
Of that srtong young man whom I haven't seen since.
I can feel him inside desperately trying to get out.
But fears cloud my mind and fill me with doubt.
I don't even know where to start because i'm bent and i'm broken.
You can hear the pain in my voice with every word spoken.
I wish I could find my way out of this place.
And once again find myself in a more positive space.
Copyright ©
John Berryhill
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