What do you do when you have everyone to turn to
No one to listen
Who will help in times of need
When you need love and advice not action
When you need emotional support
Not the physical kind
When your heart is broken
Only willing to heal with patience and time

When your heart is scourned and demeaned
Forced into using its last box of bandaids
The last roll of duct tape
The last drips of paper machè and super glue
When there's no time to mourn
Only push forward
Achieving nothing
Always nothing feeling ashamed
Feeling broken, behind, lazy and unrefined

First a splinter
Then a crack
A short shatter later
Now your back
No more tips or tricks or tools
Just a thudding
A muddling
A hollow pounding with every step
A heavy being with a heavy soul
A shattered heart with nowhere to go
Turning slowly to dust with every punch to your beast

Nowhere to turn
Nowhere to run
Welcomed by the shadow of love,trust and support
Only to be trapped by the judgmental snear Reflected in your broken tears