Broke My Heart

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Being in jail has given me time to think,
As I lay in my bed and slowly sink,
It’s given me time to reflect on my past,
And think back to a time that just would’ve lasted,
Not a day passes by where you’ve not crossed my mind,
When I needed you the most it was you I couldn’t find,
I will never forgive you for the way you treated me,
All the repeated lies, hurt and misery,
You could never understand just how bad you broke my heart,
You left me to question my own actions as I slowly fell apart,
I thought we were unbreakable, I thought we were a team,
But you being with someone else I now know what this means,
I must learn to focus on myself, and understand self-love,
And finally actually put myself first because enough is now enough.
Being in jail has given me time to think,
As I lay in my bed and slowly sink,
It’s given me time to reflect on my past,
And think back to a time that just would’ve lasted,
Not a day passes by where you’ve not crossed my mind,
When I needed you the most it was you I couldn’t find,
I will never forgive you for the way you treated me,
All the repeated lies, hurt and misery,
You could never understand just how bad you broke my heart,
You left me to question my own actions as I slowly fell apart,
I thought we were unbreakable, I thought we were a team,
But you being with someone else I now know what this means,
I must learn to focus on myself, and understand self-love,
And finally actually put myself first because enough is now enough.
A painting sent to us by Lanie.
A drawing of Stitch from Lilo and Stitch, sent to us by Dan.
Often I try to self-reflect which turns into waves of rings around me. This picture reflects my days in general; life is static, surrounded by waves around.
The cage stands bold, with its steel-clad mesh. For within its grip, it’s us it holds. Ten foot walls, of cold creme concrete. For outside we muster, like horses in stalls.