Hopelessly broken, sprawled on the floor
You worry much more than you’ve ever had before.
Anxious and confused, afraid to make a move;
You avoid the crossroads, but there you are again.
It’s no wonder they say “Look before you fall.”
It may be you were never meant to be at all
Your heart has grown attached, he runs through your veins
His core never really changes when he says he’ll change.
You live your life daily doing what you do;
But inside, your heart is heavy- your mind is too.
For once you wonder if you undergo depression,
That perhaps you’ve gotten a phycological disorder.
Fairytale happy endings you used to dream about
Vanished little by little as doubt come after doubt.
Life hit you hard enough to see reality,
So all that’s left for you is practicality.