Broken Poem by Dick Bigalow

Not being able to keep a smile, being friendly doesn’t seem to be worthwhile. Broken inside trying to stay up high, people see the outside and don’t stop to care. That maybe inside is a dying soul waiting to be cared.

Kept a smile for too long, and it gave me nothing at all. Changes must be made and they can hurt, so what can I do to fix myself back
up to that again?

Loved you for so long until a tear fell, now I’m waiting until I can pick up the broken pieces again. My hands are bleeding from the shards, I’m hoping that one day I can heal up inside.

Broken heart and a broken soul, there’s nothing left of the little boy. Some don’t care. One day they’re there and the other they’re gone.

I tried so hard to reach that goal, I guess it’s more that I could ever afford. Still the feeling lingers inside, but already might be
too late to fight. ‘

She’ll never know the way I feel about her, I’ve never lost it I’m always for her. I see her when I fall asleep and each time I wake up, I just can’t get you out of my mind.