Broken Poem by Gloraly Gomez

Broken



I keep hoping that what I think is wrong
I tell myself it’s just my mind playing dirty tricks
But what if what I fear is true?
Will I have the guts to face it?

Running again might just kill me
But it feels like the only way out now
Though if I stay I’ll die anyway
Slowly choking on the lies I’m fed

Living with company but feeling so lonely
Never wanting to fall asleep
Afraid of the recurring nightmares
More promises that are never kept

Depression that seems to be endless
And boredom that makes it worse
Aching hearts or shattered glass
Don’t even come close to how broken I am...

Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love hurts
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Gloraly Gomez

Gloraly Gomez

San Juan, Puerto Rico
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