If your heart is broken make art with the pieces
Waking up at 3:30am not being able to go back to sleep. Cryin out of no where cause I’m realizing it wasn’t just a dream. My body starts shaking. Not from the coldness but from what I’m feeling inside. My room gets smaller and darker as the air gets thiner. I don’t know what to do. As I’m sitting and watching this happen my heart races. My thoughts Eco in my head. I’m lost. I’m not worthy of even the presence of someone great. My past is not beautiful, and my future might be ugly. But I can’t just sit here and watch it all slip away from my hands. Cause finally I’m happy. Finally I can change something and turn it into something just as beautiful, and finally the skies clear up right above me. No more drowning in sorrows. No more dark skies. Appreciation, love and care is all anyone ever needs. Now I might not do a great job at showing it, but I damn sure am willing to try. Now as the room gets bigger and the air is just right. As I sit there all alone, I know what to do.