Heartache

Half-hearted

There once was a time I had clarity.
I had hope that I could and would do the impossible.
Now the very thing I am good at seems impossibe.
These words, are the essence of what remains of a broken man.
I lost my reputation.
I lost my home.
I lost my belief in my ability.
I am as lost as a puppy.
I just want to hide away and cry.
But it doesn't heal my heart.
There once was a time I seen light, now I'm surrounded by darkness.
My light barely burns within me.
It shines even though I feel the slightest wind could blow it out.
I don't wanna feel this pain anymore.
Heartache is worst than death.
At least in death your heart can't hurt as badly as it does ever time it pounds while your alive.