Hurt like a river floods my soul!
Heaviness, emptiness, out of control.
So much pain i long to let it all go.
But then to sever connection i just don’t know.
My mind a whirlwind i cant even speak.
Hurt and betrayal i am nauseous and weak.
What do you do when everything’s broken.
When theres blood pouring from a wound thats open.
When the ones supposed to stitch you up caused the hole,
when the breath thats left burns jagged takes a toll.
You sit in judgment while your words extoll. So much for communication let pretense roll.
So much, so little, our words hit the air.
And once they’ve been uttered we are caught in their snare.
At least now i know where i stand…
Through the tears i see the direction of  dry land .
Do i swim forward or tread water and drown.
Seems simple but the answer is often profound.
My true north was a lie, a broken perception.
But i am ok now theres better reception.