My mind is open, but it is not free.
My heart is broken, but it is not shattered.
My love is real, but no longer here.
My strength is weaking, but my soul is on fire.
My anger is real, but my hatred is gone.
My doubt is selfless, but my giving will never change.
I have tried all that I can to be me, but me is no longer working.
I do not know any other to be, but I know me is just not enough.
I thought I was going to be whole by now, but I am just as broken as ever.
Will my life ever change, will my love ever stop being ignored.
The answers are not giving at the best, but the rest is what we need.
I cannot give an answer to the you, but can you give one to me.
Is what I am doing in vain, but just my pain.
I could just be too open and broken to know, but I have to find the reason for being.
I hate you, but I need you.
I tried to love you, but it broke me.
I used to run to you, now I run from you.
You were my strength, but I became your desire.
The love we shared had no bounds.
The hurt we hold is stronger than the ground.
The hope we shared is no longer there.
The love of my life I can never call again.
I wish we this did not happen, but it did.
The you plus me was all we had.
Then it became much more than we could bear.
Tomorrow is a new day, fir us to see.
Will it be one to remember or one that blows through the trees.
Look up at the sky and you will see me.
I will always be there; you just might not see.
There is something happening, and I do not know what it is.
The things that used to surround me are slipping away.
The trees are no longer listening.
The wind has stop singing.
I have nothing.
I do not know what I did wrong.
My life used to be okay, and sometimes great.
Now it is just grey.
My friends are no longer here, and my family I let disappear.
I always wanted to be alone.
Now that I am, all I want to do is just go home.
I said I would never come back, now my heart is making me want it.
The love never used to be there, but the silence of being alone is frighting.
I am slowing turning into the person I once feared.
I cannot say their name because it will ring true to death ears.
To be alone does not mean you are lonely.
I am both, and that is not where I want to be.
I need to be free, yet all I want to be is alone and lonely.
I think I made a mistake.
About what I am not sure.
My life was going great, but I was not great.
That is what I think.
I miss the old me.
The one that I used to love.
The one that I used to hate.
Most importantly the one that took care of me.
I do not know what to do, my heart is gone.
It is almost broken, but at least it is not shattered.
I used to love everything, now I can barely love myself.
I think I made a mistake.
This time not about me, but about you.
When I stare into the mirror, I no longer recognized my reflection.
I am starting to see that I am no longer me and me is no longer you.
Until these two can agree to get back together, the love will come.
I am starting to think again I made a mistake.
The storm is here.
The lighting and thunder scare me.
Yet I cannot run from it.
There is something about it that draws me.
The wind is blowing everything from around.
Things that have given me joy are no longer there.
As they pass me by, I do not reach out to help.
I cannot even say their names.
Once the winds stop, so does my yearning for them.
The rain is coming harder then I have ever heard before.
I am not scared; the hard sounds calm me.
As other run and hid, I just sit and listen as it drowns out their screams.
Once it stops, I can no longer hear, and I do not care to look for them.
The storm has come and gone, and now I am at peace.