My Cracking Heart

Ex 10

This is the end. This ex is me. When I broke up with myself. Because I had changed.

I'm suffering with a plastic smile and no one can see through it. My plastic mood and a compelling darkness that's overcoming my own self. I need someone anyone but. They got their own demons they are facing. I can't believe I'm at this place. My mind feels like a playground and this darkness is the the winning team. Depression has gotten a hold of me and negativity has rendered me unable to comprehend goodness within myself. I feel like a microwave with a metal peace in side. A peace that seems proper but once it's on it behaves like a piece of metal inside a microwave. It's truly trying to stay peaceful but waves keep bouncing off it and I'm ready to explode. I cry myself to a mood I'm unworthy of. I've been graced with a title I'm incapable of handling. Now I'm suffering the consequences of my own actions. My name is destroying me. My fall is destroying me. My resolve is clouded and my moral judgement wreaks of hypocrisy. What should I do now I'm so lost. Help me. Perhaps if I talk to my emotions and actions bit by bit it'll be better. My cracking heart is now counting down to its collapse.

To the select few that noticed (the number of ex's I've written about are only 3) Me, her and her

My tears are not worthless

Thank you so much for reading. Don't forget to vote and share I love you greatly with what's left of my heart at least lol.....

His Majesty

Redezicus

Ryan. E. Dzambo