broken things

my heart is just one

of the many broken things

that make up my life

I try to fix it

I keep imagining

but I don't believe my eyes

I sleep all day

I stay in bed

I do not want

the day ahead

what I really want instead

is a reason to go on

all these broken things

are where they don't belong

my mind has a place

among the broken things

sometimes I think it's lost

it wanders and strays

balancing on a string

I cannot afford the cost

I try to contain it

as best I can

but it can't comprehend

or understand

sometimes I don't give a damn

but I know that isn't true

with all these broken things

I don't know what to do

I pretend I'm healed

of all those broken things

but, of course, I'm really not

I try to escape

the pain they bring

but this time I know I'm caught

but still I hope

and still I try

to keep searching

with my sore eyes

I say I will not

compromise

but all those words

are only lies

I tell myself are real

all these broken things

are the only way I feel