Broken

I sit here, thinking,
About what has happened.
I feel a pain and realize
that I'm bleeding.
No one notices, my wound
is mortal. It is killing me.
My wound is my broken heart.
I cry because of the pain,
I scream because of the agony,
I shout because I love.
I seek help from anyone,
but I fall to my knees,
as I realize my failure.
I see you in the hall,
but you don't see me.
I call your name,
but you just walk away.
I try to follow you, but
chains are holding me back.
I'm suffering from a broken heart.
I need help, but I'm too weak
to accept it.
Im too weak to see it.
Im too weak...and now I'm wasting
away...forever...
I scream for the last time...
"I love you, and I'll die for you if I must, but help me."
You ignore me, because you don't believe.
I've become what I hate...
A broken man that needs help, but is too far gone
to get help. "Please realize I may falter, but I will
go on...I won't destroy our relationship because of this...
I'll fix these problems...just give me time!"
You keep walking...forever...