Who Can Fix This Broken Soul

It’s seventy one degrees
But when I awake
It’s forty three
The temperature I feel
No longer my blood flows
Fully
Throughout my body
My heart is broken
It still pumps
But slowly
My life
Is cold and dreary
My future
Is bleak
If I continue to
Run people
Away from me
Lonely
Will be read
On my
Little obituary
The reasons why
I chose to leave
Bury my personal items
In the yard
No longer
Home to me
Disappear from others
Whom….
Has already forgotten me
My soul is empty
All I see
Is a blank screen
My potential soulmate
I ran her away
From me
Her last words
No answer
Is an answer
I guess
Imaginary daggers
Thrown at its target
ME
Bullseye
I fall
No rush to stand
Why would I
Face the controversy
ME
ME
ME
The reasons why
People runaway from
ME
It’s sad
I cry
But why do I
Constantly
Wipe the tears away
For I
Will soon die
By drowning
In my very own
Misery
But
In a small curious effort
I have to ask
Who Can Fix This Broken Soul