Broken Bond

Broken Bond

A Poem by DarkPoet

Something has changed all of a sudden
In pain and disgrace , I have fallen
So many feelings repressed
Has left me feeling depressed
I am lying on a foam
In a warm cold home
Do you know you made me cry on the inside??
Do you know I want to die on the outside??

And what puzzles me most
Is that you were always a good host
I thought I was a distant member
Alas! I am just a familiar stranger

It was a beautiful thing we had
It was perfect from the very start
Now I'm listening to all the sad songs
Mourning the loss of a broken bond

As I walked away from the place
From a door graciously slammed in my face
In my heart I silently pray
For the strength to stay away
And to never ever forget
Love and trust's regret
Never again will I be made to cry on the inside
Even if I still want to die on the outside

I am always made to be sorry
While you don't have to worry
Am accused of being hard and proud
As I silently on request, walk out

It was a beautiful thing we had
It was perfect from the start
Now I'm listening to all the sad songs
Mourning the loss of a broken bond

As I am faced with the harsh reality
I humbly accept my state,solitary
It's better to live quietly without
Than to constantly be in doubt
I do not posses qualities worthy
Enough to be treated as somebody
Somehow all this torture and assault
Will always be my own fault

It really hurts me
what you've done to me
And You will still not know
Even when I eventually go

It was a beautiful thing we had
It was perfect from the start
Now I'm listening to all the sad songs
Mourning the loss of a broken bond.

© 2019 DarkPoet


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Added on August 16, 2016
Last Updated on December 5, 2019

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DarkPoet
DarkPoet

Lagos, Nigeria



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