Distraught...

Broken, completely distraught. That's precisely how I feel. I feel alone...completely alone. I'm aware of all the knives in my back and I can feel every inch boring through my chest. But I smile, because I'm the only friend who can smile with open eyes, loyal heart....I smile at myself in the mirror because I can see every distrustful act in their eyes....and I'm tired of pretending th warmth in their laughter is real, that the humour filled remarks aren't simply snide comments they refuse to hold.


The first thing I think about
When I'm with you
The only thing I think about
When I'm with you
Is not breaking down
Is not falling so easily
It's simply being me...
I'm afraid of being too much


But isn't it lovely
How you flaunt
Your humour
Cover me with your laughter
Applaud me with your silent words
When you'v got her on your finger
And him on your arm

I am hurt. I feel broken. Nonetheless, it is time to move alone albeit alone.

Peace, Love, and Blessing

Pray for me. I need it