I am crippled, but only my heart is mangled and filled with disease.
It is shattered and broken beyond the point of believable repair.
It is aching, the pain ricochets off the walls of my chest.
I am shown no mercy for my broken heart never rests.
No one see my misery. No one hears my screams.
I walk around with my head high and a smile from ear to ear. The smile is a mask to hide my acidic tears.
I act so grown up and strong, but it is just a charade.
At night I fall apart. My mask washed away by tears. I become the child that I am filled with insecurities and fears.
I long to find someone to hold my hand through life. One who will dry my eyes and tell me every thing's gonna turn out alright.
Someone who will lend their shoulder for me to cry on 'til I fall asleep. If I share a secret with them, no matter what happens, that secret the will keep.
I am searching for someone with whom I can share my fears. My fear of falling, my fear of failure, my fear of...being alone.
Everyday I search and each day ends in no prevail.
With each day that passes the reality becomes clear. This person does not exist for if he did I would've found him.
Every night I fall into bed, mask off,a vulnerable child exposed.I tell myself I will no longer search, that for me there is no hope.
I am a prisoner inside myself, a child fighting to be free. I am a contradiction of myself. I prefer fact,but live by fiction. I want reality, yet still I dream.
Despite how often I tell myself I am wasting vital strength, deep down inside there's a flicker of hope so small it's almost invisible.
Hope that somewhere this person exists.
Hope that one day I will find him and he'll take me in his embrace, demolish my fears, and I will no longer be crippled,
