Broken

Have you ever walked into the room and noticed something broken?

Maybe it was a window, maybe it’s a chair or maybe it was the mirror on the wall that was broken.

We all have seen it; we all have said it too and if there was a shattered heart filled with sadness, there must be someone who has bled and is broken.

As I trust these words as they are spoken.

Walking through life with the tracks of my tears following me closely I feel the need to share the pain and sorrow. Walking the tracks on my arm, my spirit has been broken.

From afar, I am a train wreck ready to crash. Coming near, I am the only one feeling lonely as I reach out to the drink on the table where all the pain seem to swarm causing everyone around so much harm.

Now alone, now all broken I see the door wide open.

 Helping myself to get up off the floor, I feel the need to hurt forever no more and only trust my own words spoken.

 I trust myself as these words are clearly spoken.

No longer able to help myself, no longer able to stand on my own two feet, I feel my legs are broken. Alone in my home, with a broken heart my words have spoken.

I am a wreck and I am heartbroken.

Like a ravishing red rose with a broken stem lying there on the table, I lay there silently with my neck broken.

So life is down and time stands still but we never know it until we are broken.