Reading a friend's poem made me realize... that hes human too. He keeps to himself, he's irratable and at times someone I forget that can feel emotions. I almost cried today.

I'm "broken"
to the last time that I've met you till this day
My heart aches .. my body quivers
the haunting images of you being there wraps around my dreams
like a snake wrapping around it's prey gripping it till there no life left in it just to be devoured ... as if it's not to be cared about..
I sit alone blending with the cold trying use it as an excuse of warmth...
my faith is turning into sand in my hand, sipping out with way to hold it all in.
I'm "broken"
pieces of myself are scattered all over the floor into little shards
not knowing which one goes with which..
I'm"broken"
but I must go on with this hollow in my chest just like I once walked the earth to begin with... just living in the edge of the broken hearted
I'm "broken"
nothing more nothing less
but "broken"