The Reality Of My Broken Heart

by Cathy   Mar 19, 2007


Sitting in plain darkness I see the moonlight creeping in
my body's filled with anger, as I think about him
I sit there waiting patiently as I work out a perfect plan
one way or another Ill make him understand

I don't say a word I don't even breath a sigh
and my eyes all cried out, so I can no longer cry
I look about my house and see the shadows on the wall
I see the memories replay in my head as I look down the hall

And my fury only grows I scream out as I get up off the floor
I start punching at the walls and watch as my knuckles are now sore
but i don't care I watch my hand turn to red
the pain doesn't effect me cause I'm already dead

I have no sense of emotion besides the hurt you caused me to feel
theres no escaping my torment cause this broken heart wont heal
I felt your presence and lived with it in my home
but you walked out like nothing and left me here alone

When you broke my heart, my life just drained away
I remember watching your back as you walked away from me that day
you killed me and there was nothing I could do
but die and give my life to you

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  • 17 years ago

    by Krzysztof J

    In my opinion the pain of a broken heart is the worst that we as human beigns can endure :) beautifully written :) 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Twisted Heart

    Cathy,

    "Sitting in plain darkness I see the moonlight creeping in
    my body's filled with anger, as I think about him
    I sit there waiting patiently as I work out a perfect plan
    one way or another Ill make him understand"

    Loved this stanza. It kept the reader inticed to read further.

    The flow was a bit scetchy in places, like the last line should have had a few more syllables in order for it to roll of the tongue, but the passion of emotion was so well done. A very heartfelt piece.

    Always,
    Jeannie

  • 17 years ago

    by Cindy

    Cathy
    Living on memories is very hard on your heart.

    I don't say a word I don't even breath a sigh
    and my eyes all cried out, so I can no longer cry
    I look about my house and see the shadows on the wall
    I see the memories replay in my head as I look down the hall

    Great job on this piece, very painful to read.
    Thinking of you Cindy

  • 17 years ago

    by Lu

    Sitting in plain darkness I see the moonlight creeping in
    my body's filled with anger, as I think about him
    I sit there waiting patiently as I work out a perfect plan
    one way or another Ill make him understand
    ^^^^
    I can feel your emotion in this very stanza ..... sometimes I feel as though it is like trying to bust through a brick wall ....with a toothpick. Their heads being the brick!
    Heart wrenching write Cathy and your pain is felt through-out the entire piece.

    Take care
    Luanne

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