Thoughts from the floor

I've been hurt too many times before
Too many times I've picked myself up off the floor
My ego battered and bruised by your words
Your treatment left me blurred

How can I find the strength to carry on
When I'm lost, empty and alone
From the moment you walked out the door
I can no longer pick myself up from this floor

Is this who I am now?
Emotionally dead?
I cried so much there are no more tears left

No longer will anyone feel my love or hear me roar
I just lay here
On the floor

Reviews

[Gina]

This is such an inspirational piece and says so much in every stanza. Keep it up!

[Paul Bell]

You always think that way.
But in reality, you should be thinking.
I'm to good for you anyway.

[Franky]

This is hard to read and absorb as its so emotional and gut wrenching. Whew!

[Franky]

Yes. I read a lot on this site and i only comment on that which i think is quality. Well done.