Hurt but never too tired to fight. Drifting in this mindless game, afraid to let doubt enter my brain.
I hear all those voices that tell me to turn and walk away, but I’m too stubborn to do it that way.
I have lots of love that keeps my heart strong.
Although there are pieces scattered from the wrong that has damaged my heart.
I cry the kind of tears that lets out pain.
I also have tears that keep the rest of me sane.
Being me has paid a toll for sure. I can feel it when I second guess my self, and when I am alone to think.
Pieces of a torn heart will never again be whole but somewhere, some way I manage to keep my soul.
Whispers fill my mind with doubt, snaps from conversations with those I love remind me of how little I matter at times.
It is hard to take but I somehow mange to let it leave my consciousness so I can continue, yet again.
I fall sometimes so hard, I swear I am forever broken. Guess what though? I seem to rise despite the hurt from it all.
As if I was a rubber band, I snap back and look in place where I belong.
Is it me or does everyone have some sort of torn heart? I know I am not the only one whose pieces are all out of sorts.
The days I live through seem to have a beginning and an end to them, yet I repeat moments in my life over, and over again.
Almost like a clown working for another’s applause or attention, I find myself saying things and doing things I thought I had forgotten how to.
It seems I have a mechanism that I use to hold my heart’s pieces together.
It is one that hold’s tightly to the slightest of joys, the weakest of effort, and the humbling of pride for even a milli- second. It is when I need to and with whomever, or whatever is my focus.
If you have pieces of a torn heart, do you find something quick enough to grab all them and hold them in place? Or do you take your time and give each piece attention needed for as long as it takes to get them put back right? I guess that would be a matter of personal choice.
I would think that if you can you will try to fix the cracks or tears or at least you would do the best job to make it whole again, despite the time it takes or the effort you have to put forth. As so you should.
Hearts were made to take the worst but give the best. They are special. If you are lucky enough for someone to give you theirs, try and take good care of it. If it gets torn and damaged it will never truly be the same.