KNOCKED OUT COLD
My trust is broken
And lying shattered on the ground,
It's in so many millions of pieces
Now, it's hard to count.
I'm standing across them
And I'm tired,
I wish could have just
Been fired.
I'm not even willing to collect them
I'm just watching them from afar,
All that it has left behind for me is
A Huge and deep scar.
I'm losing
A lot of will, strength and blood,
I have cried so much
That I could easily bring A Flood.
I'm done with mending myself
Again and again,
Now all I want is to let go of
Every memory and pain.
This time the shattered pieces
Are so small,
That if I try to touch them
I'll only fall.
I have hurt myself
Endless,
And now I'm
Lost and helpless.
I'm tired of fighting this fight
Which is old,
I wish it was as easy
As catching A cold.
I used to have so much of
Love and hope,
Now I'm left with
Nothing to cope.
I'm done for now and forever
I can no longer hold,
I tried my best
But now I'm knocked out cold.
©allisafawn
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