Broken Thing

Struggling to trust,

My heart begins to rust.

You want in,

I want out.

Out the walls,

In your arms.

You beg and plea:

“Let me in!”

I am deaf to your cries.

I'm a hostage to my own mind,

It saying,

Everyone I love will (try) to hurt me.

I know something's wrong with me,

I’m broken beyond repair.

There’s no need to (attempt) to comfort me,

With the pain no one should bear.

I want out this prison,

To find freedom,

But freedom is a fantasy.

A lie everyone wishes to believe.

Just leave me with my trust issues,

We know you deserve better.

I wish I could be better;

I want to be better;

But I fear that's impossible.

My heart is locked and the key hidden,

Somewhere in your soul.

But maybe it’s easier to leave me,

Then to mend me.

We all know, no one likes broken things.

And that is what I am.

I am a broken thing, full of rust and broken trust.

~Shadows