Even soulmates leave..

Love my poetry and love my pain.
What a shame it is that they all can relate

Wake up and get out of bed. I am so ashamed of the hearts I break and this hurt won’t go away

The sun rises and I fall. I told them I wasn’t that strong

There you go carrying around your pain again
There you go like living like a ghost

I’ve always lived this life alone and hurt is all too familiar of a feeling.
And maybe this pain anchors me into his Dead Sea or maybe, I like living here.

You see, I wear this agony like it is fine art on display. Let me put my pain into a painting or maybe get it in writing.

Keep as evidence that they killed me.
Ripped me apart and claimed it was love. Tore me open and stole the soul.

Criminals I say responsible for the death of one girl.

Reflect on my poetry as a cry for help.
We both know I never had it in me to yell.

I left my man.

I walked away and they say that’s supposed to give you power.

I left my man.

I walked away, but I somehow I’m still afraid.

Have you ever been so sad that trying to happy is just plain exhausting?  

I’m overworked and I overslept.

The depression crept up and now some days, it’s hard to get out of bed.