The keeper of all my sadness and also the brightest side,
turned back to me not looking back at me with even a sympathetic sight.
Smashing the hopes I had left to myself.
As i was picking up those pieces to hide,
people came to step on those pitiful fallen leaves of my trust,
that had miserably died.
Causing a seizing pain in my heart which was in his last moments of life.
But I still love that person with my soul all empty.
Nothing to offer only there is pain that resides.
Sobbing and tearing up not allowing anyone to calm the cries inside.
I am still in love with someone who never thought of me as anything
but only something that is insecure broken and wild.
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The Chaos Of Breakdowns
PoetryWe all go through breakdowns. Not once not twice but again and again. Sometimes we stand up. Sometimes we fall hard with no hope. Sometimes we give up. Because when it hurts, it hurts bad.
