Broken Poetry

Time Flies

There was a time where I thought I would never feel loved. I lay broken and and hurt inside of the safety of locked doors, constantly pushing away the people who knocked on the thick wood, never understanding how people could be so cruel. Afraid of the risks, I cowered from all friendships and kept my bleeding heart to myself, trying to settle the raging war between my heart and my mind.

There was a time where my feelings didn't matter. I had shoved them into a bag, and dumped it into the darkness of the deep sea. I would walk around like an empty shell, always taking in the harsh reality of people and the way their minds work. I was breaking from the inside out.

But now I've changed, I've searched and searched for the lost bag of emotions by sailing far from the shore, I've unlocked most of my doors and gave a few people the key, and I've decided to give the world another chance. My heart won the war and now I feel alive and free.