It’s hard to sleep with a broken heart
So I just stay up all night
Deep into the A.M.
Hours fly by as I write
But for those night’s spent in writers block
The time go’s by slowly
There’s no worst feeling
Than the feeling of being lonely
Makes me just want to pick up the phone
And cry to my treasured friend
I guess the concept of patience
Is one I could never comprehend
Longing for love
Someone to fill my emptiness
Never cared about money
I’d trade it all for happiness
A tender kiss...
My heart is ripped and torn
Probably shouldn’t say this
But sometimes I wish I was never born
That’s the extent of the pain I feel
The place I’m currently in
I never wanted to be the person that always complains
Cue the violin
Another late night
The loneliness isn’t even the worst part
It’s the feeling of worthlessness
It’s hard to sleep with a broken heart
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my story, His Glory
PoetryThis collection of poems tells the story of someone trying to hold onto his Faith in the midst of adversity. Trails and tribulations that include depression, anxiety, dependence, and suicidal thoughts and actions. It details the dangers of slipping...
