the heart is fragile
there is a reason its shielded by a cage
the heart needs the eyes of a person
who knows love
so do not hand such a delicate thing
into the hands
of the blind
My Broken Life
I am a mask, trying to conceal all the pain I'm in.
On the surface I may seem perfectly happy, with a job, home, and family.
However, I can say with certainty that my life is far from perfect.
I compartmentalize my actions based on the needs of the moment. I am removed from it all, coping.
What I carry around inside me, not being okay, is almost too much to bear...but I do it.
The problem is me. It's always been me.
Memories alone can break a person's spirit.
I think if I committed suicide that I wouldn't go to heaven. The one place I believe I would be happy.
If there is a purgatory, I am in it. It's called life.
My broken life.
She's old enough to be taken seriously
And young enough to have new ideas.
She is happily married.
She has a wonderful husband
And everything one could ask for.
I am not so beautiful
Old enough to be held responsible
Young enough to be ridiculed
I have never been in a relationship
I have no significant other
I am lacking in so many ways.
I am broken
And I can't
Seem to fix it.
I feel like they almost
Don't even need me anymore
I just wish
Wish that I could
Be as perfect as her.
Maybe I'll leave.
Maybe I'll never come back.
Maybe no one will notice.
— The End —