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Dec 2016
I think I've broken my own heart
And I've left my soul to die
Although I had no grave intentions
I beckoned emptiness to my life

I've tried to find the joy in things
To keep the others satisfied
But I'm a human; Weak at heart
And I began to loose the fight

Numbness found its only place
Inside my heart and left a stain
I felt nothing for a while
So much worse than feeling pain...

I hope to someday soon
Escape the chains that wound my soul
But for now my heart is cautious
While I try my best to become whole
Ruth Cardenas
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Ruth Cardenas
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