slave to my emotions

Broken promises keeping me locked away,
storing my brokenness inside an old trunk with a rusted padlock draped on the front,
feeling shameless or shame full not quite sure,
suppressed within myself.

Don't want to speak for there's no words right now,

my mind draws a blank on my dead heart,

wonderfully depressed and hating that fact,

todays minutes of tears repressed.

A slave to my own emotions,

bound and chained to these strings of gold,

feeling nebbish and so sure when you look it up you'll see me,

sitting with only a doleful look upon my face.

I can't feel,

I can't cry,

I'd die if it wasn't so stupid,

I want to feel,

I want to cry,

but I know crying and feeling wont make this any easier,

wont take away those tears from the hearts I loved,

that I feel I caused,

my broken promise.

The seams ripped from my family,

torn apart by simple words thrown in the air and crashed to the grown like broken pottery.

Casting all this aside,

throwing all the emotions and sand to the wind,

laying to rest and feeling a tingling inside that must be pain,

if only I could feel it.