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Broken People
Broken lives, former dreams closing shadows fears unseen. No way out, no direction up. This prison holding, tightly kept, loss of innocence long since felt. Painful words, deceiving help. Once my heart, now only lies, how my heart hurt, how hard he tried. To reel me in with spellbound words, his web of deception for so long my home. I broke away with little sanity left, an empty void, a torrid shell. To young to remember, a time so far ago, when my world he held in hands, and he let it go. No more his toy, his little game. To scared to remember, suffocated by pain. Alone he left me trembling tides, no more loving words or holding hands, I quit his game and ruined his plans.
He though to be her savoir, her gleaming white knight. The fears now over took him, He seeks his own plight. Now he can't help her, barely knows himself. He leaves her now, as he sets off on a quest, a twisting road to find himself. Who knows how long his journey shall take, to places unseen in the depths in oneself. Love was to be the victor, a bond between the two, now separate they move, a fork in the road into distant thunders, each ride alone.
She held her body, no heart could she see. The insides of a child locked in the woman she should be. She's searching for reasons, lost within herself. Together they wander, a time something felt, but was it true its hard to say both to afraid to leave, both to proud to stay. For a time locked together in a lovers embrace, though apart did they live, locked within themselves. To young in mind, still to much to grow. Leaving the other abandoned in a hell she already knows, a shattered little angle, a broken little soul.
Tearing me apart, it seems they only try. No way to understand me, never had reason to start. Too locked within their hatred, to involved within the game. I'm stuck being a piece, moved between the lines, no mans land hath no hatred like vengeful parent kinds.
People in my life, broken on their own, no way to help them, no way to understand. Each in their own hell, dealing with the demons they find. I have my own reasons, my own crumpled plans, they can't help me, they can't understand. We all have our troubles, though we try to lend a hand, our own takes precedence, such a simple stand.
Through these troubled times, see this is where you leave me, a shade upon a ground. Hands buried in sands, puzzle pieces all around. Try as I may feebly to put them in the whole, puzzle pieces broken, of this life I don't even know.
