john

Broken

 

Broken

 

If only you knew that nothing is well

I live with knowing never to tell

That this is simply nothing but hell.

My ends are reached, you cloud my dreams

I turn my head to your foul screams

But you’re always here, or either there it seems

My heart says and I obey

This simply game for you to play

Is an intricate hatred for me everyday

I wish for you, so patiently I wait

You never show up but you’re never late

Now I sit at heaven’s gate.