I am broken maybe that’s the problem,

I don’t ask for much yet,

Yet I still long for that warm feeling,

I long for that warmth

that seemed to have disappeared

from inside of me,

I cry myself to sleep,

With my tears soaking my pillow

Ignoring the fact that it’s 3 am

and I have not slept a wink,

I let my nails dig into my own skin,

I ask God silently why have I not found love?

I ask why am I so broken that I can’t seem to love someone else.

They say be patient, but how?

When I am already out of hope,

No one wants to be around

Besides who would want to around a shell of a person anyway?