Monday, January 22, 2018

I Stand Alone

As I stand here alone
In this broken home
Letting these tears flow freely
As if it's freeing me
I look down at this ring
It no longer means a thing
Because love no longer lives here
If so then why do I quiver with fear?
Why am I trapped here when the love is gone?
I'm a prisoner in my own home
These tears flow so frequently
This was never me
I cry for help but it never arrives
At least not that I can see through my swollen eyes
My words fall on deaf ears
Or is that I didn't say them for anyone to hear
Because who would listen to me?
Who cares about me being happy?
Am I too embarrassed to open up?
Why do I have issues with trust?
Who can I turn to?
Is it you?
No, I stand alone
In a very broken home
Crying my life away
While he make me feel low one more day
But I guess this too shall pass
I guess hope the end comes fast

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