by
Brandy Lynn
| I feel like a prisoner trapped inside my bruised, battered heart. The pain takes on physical proportions and it consumes me, Making each breath hurt. To cry makes it worse. To block it out makes it harder to accept my tragedies. I go on, a robot, not feeling, not caring, just mechanical. To feel this would kill me, to express my pain would be torture. So, instead, I force a smile and go on, Dragging my broken heart like a scarlet letter, for all to see, For it has betrayed me. |
