Cope with a broken heart

Tears, food, maybe another dude. To cope with the pain, sometimes I conjure up a hell of a tude. My career, toy parties or explicit books. I might try exercising to focus on my looks. Happy, always smiling when we first met. Now I’m heartbroken and full of regrets. Often times I hide out in my beautifully decorated home. I mostly keep busy to forget I am alone. One day, I’ll be brave enough to let another in. I ask the Lord often, my heart and mind to mend. What’s wrong with me? Why didn’t he stay? The only things that help me cope; being real silent and when I pray.

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