Date: 2-11-2011
Derek's p.o.v
Bad to the bone,
words made of stone
hit me like a wrecking ball
and eat my heart right
out of my chest. My heart
is broken and I am shaken
to the core of my existence.
No longer feeling as high as
the sun and moon in the sky,
I fall off my throne. Alone and
halfway gone, the stronger part
of myself can't last much longer.
I am done with believing in the
power of love and unity. Weighed
down by insults and burdens, I am
a victim of circumstance. Always rough
and tough, noone is nice enough to
take a chance on me and join me in this
dance known as life. My mind dwells in
a zone where there is less gratitude.
Everyone is always negative and never
has a positive attiude. There isn't one
kind soul on earth who isn't blind and
not sensitive to my problems. Noone
can hear me whenever I speak or I
am about to break.I fear that I may
never see the light of day again or
find a way to heal my soul. I fear that
I may never develop a sense of belonging
and quench my longing to be loved. Eventually,
I will learn to withstand the rain and push through
the pain with time. I will rise up from the ground
like a skyscraper again and rediscover the best
parts of myself in which consists of magic and
logic. The self crafted torn missing pieces of my
paper heart make up the fabric, soundtrack of my life.
