Which one is greater?
The pain on your face as you force yourself to stay
Or the pain of my heart being torn apart as you walk away.
Have we become so different?
Has the silence through the years drifted us so far apart?
Do I still have your heart?
My chest is empty and yet it aches.
Still, I ask myself how much more can I take?
Before my mask breaks…
We long for someone to see.
See through the brokenness into the beauty.
Sadly most only see sharp shards of glass.
Shards revealing our past.
Still, we beg please look at me.
Softly whispering, what do you see?
Step I’m failing at it
Step I should really just quit
Step I should just dig my own pit
Step maybe just one more
Step and I glance back noticing I have walked across the floor
Step my hand shakes as I turn the knob of the door
Step and I stand on the threshold I’ll never know what life has in store if I don’t take one more
Anger does nothing
Taking and burning always
Leaving behind ash.
A personal sacrifice
Pain flows as a melody.
Longing to seek a harmony.
To hear what it is to be complete.