I lay awake at night wondering how it all went so wrong
How could I let life slip away from me yet again?
How do I fix anything if I’m not sure how it’s broken?
How do I fix my heart if it’s no longer mine to repair?
How will I find happiness when all I see around me is sorrow?
Pain tends to be my closest friend, love the enemy I constantly battle
When I’m alone I try not to think, my heart plays tricks on my mind
I feel everything is best while it all falls upon the floor
How do I pick up the pieces of this shattered time
These hands, my hands are frozen, motionless just below the surface
I’m left grasping at thin air, one day I know I will find something solid
Until that day I’ll wear my mask of happiness for all to see, meanwhile hidden behind is a broken form of me
Happiness is the easiest emotion for others to see me portray, so readily believed
No one questions what seems so normal on the outside
If only you could see through the layers of this facade, or the energy it takes to maintain this image
This game feels never-ending, certain to drag on
Soon I will find a way love myself for myself
On that day I will find my own true happiness
©2010 CloversAllOver Shavon Taylor