Fix Me

Teardrops fall and pool on the keys,

Of my battered computer keyboard,

My vision blurred,

And a pounding in my head,

From the resounding echoes,

Of the hateful things we said,

I pound my fist upon my desk,

Till blood glides down my hand,

I stare at the blood,

Longing to understand,

Tears are falling faster,

I cannot stop them anymore,

The strings holding together my sanity,

Are falling to the floor,

My strength has all but left me,

I am a weak and broken man...

Come and get me if you will..

And fix me if you can.

Author's Note

eh..its one of those kind of nights..

Reviews

[fashionchics]

I relate,
anytime you need to talk, feel free to message me . xo

[Elizabeth]

I like that you weave the timeless theme of a lovers quarrel with the modern twist of the keyboard... this is powerful without being pretentious.

[Roe]

Amazing write! Your description was great

[Sashalee]

i like the flow :)

[Kaylor Mason]

Night like these willl pass--I just went through one, coincidentally. Hang on, bro; that's the only words I can think of :)

This truly is a beautiful poem, by the way

[Coffee Vampier]

Aw London! Sigh as great as this is its quite sad... Dont worry things will get better :D Promise

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

Great flow!

[Libby McKeown]

It's like biting your lip, tasting blood, and waking up out of something grey. Everyone has been in that lonely, dead spot. And few ever admit it so honestly. Thanks for sharing!

[Kelz]

A powerful write. Can feel his frustration and sadness. A place that many of us have had the misfortune to be, but lived to tell the tale :)

[xXxCynicalWarsxXx]

One of those night's that all must have had experinced. It's a trapped man inside is what it is. Not a boy, not a weakling nor broken, but I rather do see a man struggling to find the answers that may just lie right in front of him. I know the wars rage and the questions arise, but rest your head, and sleep. Awake to think of the better. Awake to know: You're never truly alone.