Broken heart It takes human strength to get through the day when the eaving may just bring pain. Or worse love. Only to have that love stolen away. I must hold tight my heart otherwise it may get broken into tiny little pieses. The face in the mirror is mine. Yet i feel discnected from the person wearing it. I ask. Who are you? But he just stares stupidly back at me. I can not understand where he lives within me. Or where i swoon when i submit my body to him. This thing, monster if you will, has possesed me. And whatever it is leads me to this strange world that i just do not know how to escape from. Him and i the jeckle and hyde of who i really am. The mindless tedium that is my life. I am not only two people, but one uncertain and one agast of the grey space behind my mind. But alot more scared of him. I feel there is only one way to escape from this torment. Hearts are to easily broken, but only death can prevail.
Posted on: Mon, 10 Jun 2013 02:15:37 +0000
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