Walking Story

by ShyandHurt   Apr 8, 2009


Final break
Oh how it pains me
My heart is closed
No one is allowed to have the key.

Once I was open and free
A smile a day
But now it's a lifeless twitch of lips and hidden tear
I can't even remember how I lived that gregarious way.

My world is nothing but dead eyes
Filled with meaningless smiles
The life in me is gone
Sparks and laughter is shoved in loss files.

Blown to the ground
I can only silently cry
My future is void of promise
Only plans of how I will die

I'm a walking story of lost hope
Never will I forget how you broke my heart
Dead or alive I will not forget
How you tore me, piece by piece, apart.

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Heartbreak is the hardest feeling to deal with. I lay in bed at night feeling as if I could die right there. I can't feel anything but pain when I see his face. I can't think of anything without associating it with his handsome perfect face. I don't know how I will make it through this...I feel like I could just die on the spot. I'm in shreds....what else could I be when I loved (still love) someone with my whole heart and more...only to find they don't love me?

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  • 15 years ago

    by Rodney Kirby

    My dear girl, we have way to much in common, why am i so fascinated with hurt as most of my poems reflect thanks for you comment. This is very sad and makes me deppreseed your words inspire me to write another.