POETRY/HEARTACHE

A Broken Heart Can’t Always Be Repaired, Even by Time

I never felt the danger.

I trusted all too well.

I did not see the warning signs.

Until I felt the Hell.

The wound was huge and gaping.

How could I survive?

The pain was so unbearable.

Was I still alive?

No one tried to help me.

They didn’t see the crime.

No punishment was given.

“These wounds all heal in time.”

I pray to stop the sadness.

Trapping me for years.

This wound is very ugly.

My soul is bleeding tears.

I choose to be alone now.

My scars I try to hide.

I look just fine to others.

But I am dead inside.