How did I come to this?
This place,
This moment,
This limbo...
How did it get here?
So many questions,
Why doesn't it work the same way as every on else?
Am I that undesirable?
To be cast aside,
used and forgotten.
The toy soldier under the sofa,
not even good enough for a yard sale.
Not another mans treasure,
everyone's garbage.
Why do they always use me?
Why am I always left behind
with an earful of empty lies.
A heart full of empty sorrows,
left cold and alone.
I'm broken,
depressed.
Exhausted and
overwhelmed.
I had perfected this facade,
spent years on my knees
crafting its flawless sheen.
How can it be,
that in one moment
it's made into a pile of rubble?
Unable to build again,
too exhausted to cope with whats left.
What do I do know?
embrace.
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