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My Heart
My heart has been beaten and it has been bruised.
I have been used as a door mat; walked all over and used.
My heart has been given away like a precious gift.
But returned in a broken condition, crushed, battered and ripped.
My heart has been red, black, purple, and blue.
The colors of blood, the colors of a bruise.
My heart has been torn open, exposed and hurt.
I have been pushed aside left to die and treated like dirt.
My heart is on life support. It can't take anymore abuse.
I put up a wall, a gate with a lock. I am obsolete, I have no use.
My heart lives in darkness alone gathering dust.
I live on the outside. Afraid of friendship, love and trust.
My heart is a hermit. Afraid to come out of it's shell.
Do I even have a heart anymore? It's been so long.I cannot tell.
You talk to me and my heart crawls into it's shell.
I fight with my heart wanting someone to care.
But my heart won't let me it says that it's scared.
And so it digs into my chest when ever I want to feel something more.
My heart has become bitter and cold.
It has turned angry because of the pain it had behold.
But you are different.My heart listens to your words.
And slowly it comes out ending a long ancient curse.
A curse in which I was meant to feel nothing but pain.
A curse that I am the only one to blame.
I put this weight on myself.
Afraid to live.
Afraid to laugh.
Afraid that I would once again fall.
I hid away my heart.
I trapped it inside, locked it away in the dark.
But you unburied it and brought it into the light.
Afraid of what will happen I didn't put up a fight.
You cleansed the wounds and bandaged the scars.
Pulling me together, mending my broken heart.
A string with a thread sewed up a split mind.
Making me think clearly, helping me grow a spine.
So now I am not always scared of what people do and say.
My heart wears a helmet on those days that seem gray.
No matter what happens I knows that this it true.
That my world is a better place because of you.
The storm is over.
My heart is healing with each passing day.
My mind is thinking clearer with every word you say.
My spirit is cleansing with every breath I take.
You gave me reason, light, and love.
You are the first I have learned to trust.
After many left me behind, alone in the dust.
But it wasn't just you helping me.
It was I helping you as well.
You made me feel useful and needed in the world.
The storm has ended.
My life is on the mend.
I am getting better.
Thanks to you my friend.
I have been used as a door mat; walked all over and used.
My heart has been given away like a precious gift.
But returned in a broken condition, crushed, battered and ripped.
My heart has been red, black, purple, and blue.
The colors of blood, the colors of a bruise.
My heart has been torn open, exposed and hurt.
I have been pushed aside left to die and treated like dirt.
My heart is on life support. It can't take anymore abuse.
I put up a wall, a gate with a lock. I am obsolete, I have no use.
My heart lives in darkness alone gathering dust.
I live on the outside. Afraid of friendship, love and trust.
My heart is a hermit. Afraid to come out of it's shell.
Do I even have a heart anymore? It's been so long.I cannot tell.
You talk to me and my heart crawls into it's shell.
I fight with my heart wanting someone to care.
But my heart won't let me it says that it's scared.
And so it digs into my chest when ever I want to feel something more.
My heart has become bitter and cold.
It has turned angry because of the pain it had behold.
But you are different.My heart listens to your words.
And slowly it comes out ending a long ancient curse.
A curse in which I was meant to feel nothing but pain.
A curse that I am the only one to blame.
I put this weight on myself.
Afraid to live.
Afraid to laugh.
Afraid that I would once again fall.
I hid away my heart.
I trapped it inside, locked it away in the dark.
But you unburied it and brought it into the light.
Afraid of what will happen I didn't put up a fight.
You cleansed the wounds and bandaged the scars.
Pulling me together, mending my broken heart.
A string with a thread sewed up a split mind.
Making me think clearly, helping me grow a spine.
So now I am not always scared of what people do and say.
My heart wears a helmet on those days that seem gray.
No matter what happens I knows that this it true.
That my world is a better place because of you.
The storm is over.
My heart is healing with each passing day.
My mind is thinking clearer with every word you say.
My spirit is cleansing with every breath I take.
You gave me reason, light, and love.
You are the first I have learned to trust.
After many left me behind, alone in the dust.
But it wasn't just you helping me.
It was I helping you as well.
You made me feel useful and needed in the world.
The storm has ended.
My life is on the mend.
I am getting better.
Thanks to you my friend.
Published 17th Sep 2011
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