Broken
I don't know what to do.
Nothing seems to make sense.
Just feeling dead inside.
The rain, it just never ends.
Going on by just living.
Not feeling really alive.
What's the point of this, being?
The motion, it just subsides.
The past is locked.
The future, not yet decided.
I am stuck between lives.
My loyalty being divided.
There are still glimpses,
of where joy seems to be.
When I am on the wall.
I still feel like the old me.
Pushing hard, making progress.
That side, it exists.
The spark still remains.
Where hope still persists.
For now I keep waiting.
My feelings are mixed.
Counting days going by.
Waiting for me to be fixed.
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Fixed
Now I know what to do.
Having regained some sense.
The feeling returned.
The rain, it did end.
No longer just living.
But feeling alive.
Not only just being.
But moving and strive.
The past it stays locked.
The future's decided.
I have chosen a life.
Love no longer misguided.
I am back on the wall.
Feeling joy, feeling free.
Glimpsing what it should mean.
To meet the new me.
Sharing pain, sharing progress.
With you on my side.
The spark, it ignited.
No longer needs to hide.
The wait it has ended.
Having finally spoken.
Being free to move on.
Finally healing, what's broken.
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