Hearts on the Mend
My heart tends to be too caring
Far too forgiving and understanding
Always wanting good to be what everyone is sharing
I try my best to have empathy
Knowing every single time I will soon regret it
It never fails yet I always mistakingly believe
That there is still good that remains to be seen
Once I see that bit of goodness in
Soon thereafter it's portrayed as lies
Games
Or a bitter truth
The latter takes the cake
On which I seem to always debate
Seeing the ways, new strategies at play
Why does it seem I always draw the card no one wants
The Joker, The Betrayed
And of course it's always the Joker Of Hearts
I know how it feels living in hell
No where to turn, just another pit of fire to burn myself
Not one person to hear you when you need a good cry
Listen to you vent, to help you discover meanings why
The place you call home
Or what was meant to be your safe place
Empty, darkness falls as you enter alone
Where is home?
What is home?
Just this empty shell
Home is gone.....
Now where is it that you belong
These four walls are used to your most loneliest times spent
Confined, contentment
A familiar solitude
On the floor somber and pitiful
Drowning your sorrow
An external pain so extreme
Unforgettable
Though a pain you can't seem to explain
You are consumed by so much you're emotionally spent
A lonely soul seems to reach out to you for encouragement
Because it's you who showed them you would understand
To know what to do if they just need to talk or just need a hug
Releasing so much energy through a heavy sigh
That had just been mustered up to get to some sort of peace
Determined to regain focus on this moment
That no one knows of
Because you can't
Not yet
All you feel is alone
And how you are the only person that holds the potion
That can fix the ways of how you're coping
©shantilly
2021-09-19 22:25:01
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