I I've Had My Heart Broken Into a Thousand Pieces
Facing your demons, what is right and what is wrong.
Sometimes I think I have these answers. And then I try to push myself to pursue what I believe to be true.
I will keep this simple.
I just want to die. I'm going to need to lean on my family again for awhile.
Sometimes I don't have enough sorries to give.
At others it's thank you's I could never give enough of.
And in the hardest moments like right now, it's both.
I want to be happy too. But I guess that's selfish.
I'm no good at living, when there's those sparkling glimmers of hope on the horizon.
It's easier to look at.
I don't know if I was foolish to put my hopes into this or not.
I thought I'd be fine either way but I'm not.
I can't understand myself. I can't express this pain freely.
I want someone to talk voice to voice over this.
To hear the brokenness in my voice.
Face to face, to validate all these tears falling down my cheeks.
I am a nobody. And I can't take it anymore.
I want to disappear.
These are just pains I was never prepared for on this earth.
I wanted to help but maybe it was not my place to do so.
Maybe if I was wiser I'd have done better and understood more.
Those glimmers of hope are taken away again.
I have no answers again.
I didn't see this coming.
How does one prepare themselves, but when the pain finally arrives. They cave under it?
What is the point of pretending I'm strong?
I'm too weak.
Love, is my weakness. Either way I fail at it. Achilles heel.
How do I fix this?
What are the answers?
Sometimes I think I have these answers. And then I try to push myself to pursue what I believe to be true.
I will keep this simple.
I just want to die. I'm going to need to lean on my family again for awhile.
Sometimes I don't have enough sorries to give.
At others it's thank you's I could never give enough of.
And in the hardest moments like right now, it's both.
I want to be happy too. But I guess that's selfish.
I'm no good at living, when there's those sparkling glimmers of hope on the horizon.
It's easier to look at.
I don't know if I was foolish to put my hopes into this or not.
I thought I'd be fine either way but I'm not.
I can't understand myself. I can't express this pain freely.
I want someone to talk voice to voice over this.
To hear the brokenness in my voice.
Face to face, to validate all these tears falling down my cheeks.
I am a nobody. And I can't take it anymore.
I want to disappear.
These are just pains I was never prepared for on this earth.
I wanted to help but maybe it was not my place to do so.
Maybe if I was wiser I'd have done better and understood more.
Those glimmers of hope are taken away again.
I have no answers again.
I didn't see this coming.
How does one prepare themselves, but when the pain finally arrives. They cave under it?
What is the point of pretending I'm strong?
I'm too weak.
Love, is my weakness. Either way I fail at it. Achilles heel.
How do I fix this?
What are the answers?
