Broken a poem

Waiting for my broken heart to heal
He doesn't know how he made me feel
But I'm tired of broken records endless reel
This shattered feeling has lost it's appeal

Heavy heart abound
Walking hunched over shoulders round
My feet tread heavy upon this ground
My soul screaming why is he not around!

How did he do this?
I didn't deserve it
What did I miss?
My stomach, this pit

I can't move or eat
Days since I used my feet
Nourishment my body needs meat
I guess I'll sit in my defeat

This page is a permanent link to the reply below and its nested replies. See all post replies »

SW-User

I'm sorry I could find a lot of words for this, but it feels like a cry. You got angry enough with people before who tried to talk of this, that it kinda says you want your pain. People are more observant than you give. You might even find this poem, your justification for words that ultimately harm you, would not exist...