I walk around with a broken heart.
Others cannot see;
the windows are dark.
Some days, I want to scream from a mountaintop.
No one is even there to tell me to stop.
Honestly, I want to punch a wall.
To my knees I’d fall.
Helpless, not hopeless.
But…do we ever really know how it will end?
I don’t think so, my friend.
Win the day,
that is what I say because that is the only way.
Not to lose my mind,
What else would I find.
A bottomless pit,
In which to sit.
For this; I will NEVER quit.