Bloodorange

The broken

The broken will stay silence for years letting everything beat at there body , distance himself from others , still fighting for the love he’ so badly wanted, when he was a kid, and still unable to find . Months days years times goes on and still  unable to find what he was looking for but his mind starts to break. Walls start to build around him hard to take down but so easily to put up. Sitting in silence while tears run down his face screaming at his mind saying  please stop I can’t take this pain  I can’t take these thoughts  , I can’t take my self .  Nobody truly knows  how sad he is until it all comes out then at that point it’s to late .  But all he says i don’t know i don’t know any more . Days go on as he still pushing people away , his body is hungry, but his mind tells him he’s not . Trying to motivate himself to be more positive praying that God is listening. He’s trying  to build a positive future but all these obstacles are getting harder to overcome. Overwhelming him self because he’s running out of time to figure life out . he’s watching everyone succeed in life  , and wondering what he’s doing wrong .  Everything he touches  crumbles into nothing. Thinking of himself as nothing , because nothing is what he is . He sits and points out all the flaws he has about him self , you’re pathetic he says , you’re disgusting he’s . As he cry’s in the mirror but only it wasn’t him talking it was his mind . A empty shell is what I em ,wanting love but can’t hold it ,