The Brokenhearted

Raise your wand in unison if you are one of the Brokenhearted.

Stand tall, together, and in strength say the three words with confidence and grace:

"I am Brokenhearted."

You are not alone.

I am too Brokenhearted.

I am too beaten.

I am too lost.

I am too done.

I too, don't know how much longer I can take. I can't take it any longer.

The boulders come crashing, again and again, and again and again, and again and again.

Is this some kind of cruel joke?

The pain is far away, untouchable.

Because now, it's numb.

I feel angry when failure comes knocking. I feel angry as hell for a good moment -

and then that anger is lost, it sizzles away -

and I feel nothing. Empty. No impulse to try to prove myself again. No impulse to try in anything I do. No impulse to do anything. I have lost my motivation.

My knees are weary and raw - from falling down so much, from scraping the wounds that are still opened, again and again. Slicing away each raw layer by layer.

It's getting close to my heart.

I don't want to lose my heart.

Because my heart

Like yours is

so special.

So tell me now

What do I do to keep this heart?

For once, I know not of the answer.

And I have nothing in me to even wonder.

"Crow is crying at the heavens again
She's trying to sing down the sun.
Another man has done and left her,
(And the hurt of it burns like Atlanta)
She's wilted hibiscus, bruised jasmine
She's a flower bed going to seed
I'll fly away, she thinks,
finish this cigarette and fly away."


                                - Fergus