People have gone through this road many of times. People believe it brings peace, hope, joy. But what if that road is broken? What if that road caused you pain and heartache?
I'm traveling down that broken road and I simply wish I could die. Through pain and grief I've suffered, I've loved unconditionally but have never been loved, I have cried my heart out but have never been heard, I've been torn to pieces but have never been fixed. People sing songs on the mended road; I sing to on this broken road, but the song is softer, sadder, and muffled with heartache. How can I stop the bleeding? How can I stop the pain? People say I don’t need love…but what if I do? What if my world revolves around people loving me? What if I need someone to breath? What if my world ends simply because I have no one to love me? I walk along the broken road alone and I welcome anyone who wants to come along. I fall on the crack but pick all the same, I wipe my tears and hide my pain and go on. One day maybe someone will come and fix this broken road but by then I might reach the end with my muscles sore and my broken bones, with the pain and grief and a heart that bleeds. I will be loved one day but till then I must go on hard and strong along the broken road.
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