Broken Feelings
A poem about when you are at the end of your rope
Talking about it doesn't seem to help anymore.
Feeling my feelings doesn't seem to help anymore.
Can't you see I'm heartbroken?
But there's nothing you can say or do to help me.
There's nothing you can do or say to help me heal this giant gaping wound smack dab in the middle of my heart.
So what good is talking about it going to do?
I hate this feeling.
This is an ache and pain I've ever known before.
This is a breed of guilt and shame that I've never come face to face with
Because honestly it shouldn't even be there.
But there it is.
And it hurts.
And 24/7 I just feel like bursting into tears.
Praying seems to help.
But then after I pray I have to return to the physical world
Where the pain persists.
So honestly, what else is there for me to do?
What can I do to save myself from this pain?
About the Creator
dre.amerwithapen
Life is too short to not spend it doing what you love. And that is why I write. Because I have a continuous burning fire and love for it.
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