Stitched Up Heart.

You know the feeling.
The feeling like you have nothing left to live for?
You don't know your purpose on this earth.
I know that feeling all too well.

I ask myself.
Why did God put me here?
Why am I in so much pain?
Why do so many people give me hell about myself?

I'm broken.
I'm dark.
My life belongs to her.
She fixes me.
But the void cannot be filled for the pain I feel every day.
Every year.
For years to come.
I will never get over what happened that night.
When I heard the news of your death.

My wife fills my wounds.
When I'm broken down.
On my knees.
I realize she is the answer to all that I asked for.
She is my savior.
My savior from my own demise.

My own suicide.
She finally stitches the wounds of my broken heart.
All the pieces have finally come together.

Now I know the truth.