There's glory in her story,
and buckets full of pain.
Once they tip over...
only emptiness remains

There's glory in her emptiness,
it sets her free.

  
There's glory in her heart
now that there are no limits to
what she sees.

There's no place to go.
There's no one to be.

I just feel like I need to cry
for not one
logical reason
as
to
why

i get my
heart broken
every single day
because
I love too much
and people
who hurt me
dont love me
at all

I feel like nothing
To everybody

Deep down
I want to answer with
“I’m not okay..
This existence is a game
That has yet to go my way.
I can’t seem to get these tears
To just decay  
I want to sleep, but I sit and think and
Then I realize it’s the next day
That one scenario I got on replay
That very day I chose to walk away
And ever since, I’ve been in dismay.”
But I answer with “I’m okay”
My feelings I shall not portray
No, no, not today.

Some want to redistribute wealth
Perhaps instead we should redistribute love
Then wealth would redistribute itself