The break up

I am lost in the words of my
own miseries that weigh heavily
on my shoulders, never to be freed
from my own luckless trials that
hold me back from a life to be lived
to the fullest.

Dreams of completion have their arms
Wrapped around my heart suffocating
me breathlessly as I scream in my own
childish fears as I have always looked
backwards to scared to live forwards.

I am doomed to my own nothingness
because I am too scared to be something.
I am trapped in my own hell of sorrowful
words because I am too weak to speak of
serenity and hope for a life yet lived.

I breathe in negativity because I am to
narrow minded to follow through with my
own words of positivity. I play my own
song of a youth lost in time reliving a life
of blistering hurt drenched in a sore-full
body of pain that all the medication of
dreams cannot even heal.

I am broken and I am tattered, I have
stepped up to the plate and lost many
chances at swinging my life bat. I have
decided to break myself away from the
dreams that are only there too play on
the corners of my mind!

I am breaking up now with a past worth
no words that ever need to be spoken or
heard again,never again to be wrote with
my lonesome pen that finds no comfort
in the paper in which it is written.I am
breaking up with my past, I am in search
now on a future worth my bow!