Let's break the silence of a promise of never,
where you believed love was just a sinister promise of hatred and hurt.
I broke and soled myself short so many times before,
I thought I'd die many a time through loss of love and dedication.
I had my heart torn out and pummelled to a bloody mess,
broken hearted, I felt nothing could get any worse or even better.
I glued myself together, brought myself a new 'feel good' manual,
hoped it would give me some tips on how to be free from my past.
Forever with a name, a label, that speaks not of me but old reputations.
I was worn out, stolen and the people who said they cared the most,
they were the ones who made me die inside from a blow from truthlessness,
love was never a gift given to someone like me, who hurt and cried each night.
Intellectual, word worthiness, titles all that kept me sane in the world of cruelty,
I stole the stars from their eyes from using them just like they used me.
Thrown the old neglected and overuled persona that was once me but now old,
tossed aside, trying out a new stance to make my life a little less traumatic.


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