FRACTURED ECHOES

The effects of Divorce, an shattering of vows,  Altar turned graveyard and hanging brows ,  
a house in silence sure beats domestic violence but the shadows and storms,  
A symphony of wounds, in fractured forms.  
 
Verbal lashes, mental bruises  
Who am I in this ruin, this tangle of excuses?  
Do they love me? Or was love buried beneath their war, Left to rot, splattered across the bedroom wall?  
 
Why do they not love each other anymore?  
Am I the reason for the fault lines that spread, these are my feelings that roam in my head  
The cracks in our smiles, and the words left unsaid? Guess there is no healing I would rather be dead.  
 
I don’t want this feeling, this acid of self-hate,  
to bear the sins of a family’s fractured fate.  
A turmoil of ghosts, regret, and disdain,  
I wear these burdens, etched in my pain.  
 
Never wanted to be myself,mirror of sorrow,  
Always feeling empty, robbed of tomorrow.  
You know you scarred me, But claim it’s “for the best” and still, the ache lingers deep in my chest.  
 
I hold your photograph like a haunted charm,  
Afraid to let go, of what caused me the harm.  
I thought we had time, a promise unwound,  
But time turned a traitor, leaving no sound.  
 
Sometimes I reach for oblivion’s trail,  
Get high to erase, though I'm bound to fail.  
I am broken, shattered, cracked just like you,  
Since the day my family tore and it broke into two.  
 
My Sadness settles, broken and more, the worst is behind us,yet it hurts to the core  
healing’s a lie we just learn to ignore,  
Suck up those feelings the unwritten law.  
 
Sealed in the sadness, real smile I don't dare  
“I can’t seem to breathe,” I gasp, in the clutch of despair.
 
No arms to hold me, nothing left to learn but survival’s art, To fight with fragments of a fractured broken heart.  
 
I'm Broken I know, I bury the feelings inside  
It’s hard to live whole in a home that has died.  
A broken house, where shadows now roam,  
And when it’s broken, it's broken, you feel left all alone.  
 
I wander through days, hollow and frayed,  
Bearing open wounds that refuse to fade.  
I no longer feel myself, guess I've died within,  
Lost echoes and emptiness trapped in a skin.  
 
I walked the blade, bled to see if I feel,  
Had thoughts in my head darkness reveals, an offering to solemn, though numb to the touch,  
I thought time heals all but there has never been such.
 
Trying to feel is foreign and strange don't you see, for in my heart, only hurt remains broken I guess you, just like me ...