I am left alone,
Lying in a field of my own defeat,
Made up of every failure you threw back in my face,
Slowly bleeding out from disappointment.
I am left alone,
To ponder every choice I have ever made,
Every mistake that has ever accord,
Gushing blood from every cut my blunders have caused.
My bones are broken beyond repair,
Crushed by the stones you've thrown,
Pulverized by the weight of the world,
That has been put on my shoulders.
But still beneath my contused bones,
Beneath the rubble of my cartilage,
Lays a constant, unyielding pitter-patter,
Of my unbroken heart.
My heart is the one thing that never seems to break,
It never gives away like all my bones,
It's never destroyed by stones thrown at it,
And never stops beating to it's own tune.
My heart is unbroken,
It keeps me alive so that I may fight another day,
Heals my bones so that I may see another sunrise,
And gives me up for the future.
I am not alone,
My field of defeats have made me stronger,
Every failure has brought me closer to success,
Slowly, my blood clots from happiness.
I am not alone,
My choices aren't burdens,
My mistakes are in the past and I can't change them,
My cuts heal as I focus on the present.
My bones that once seemed broken beyond repair,
Crushed by the stones you threw,
Pulverized by the weight of the world,
Heal with time.
I am not alone,
I have an unbreakable heart,
That is as strong as it is wild,
And that will never fail.
