Broken And Used

What do you do when you just feel used
Tired and broken, bent and bruised
What do you do when you can't get up again
When it's all hard and it's all pain
What do you do when you're falling apart
What is to be done with a worn out heart
What do you do when there's work to be done
And helping others, and staying up til the sun
What do you do when the burden weighs too much
When you're limping and stumbling without a crutch
What do you do when to be heard is a must
Yet as for ears to hear, there's no one to trust
What do you do when you need to be told it's okay
That the stress doesn't matter and tomorrow's another day
What do you do when you need to be held
When you're weeping and crying and you already fell
You don't need to be picked up, helped, or caught
Just need a friend who will stay, empathetic without a thought
What do you do when you just feel used
Tired and broken, bent and bruised.

Worn and Off Balance

Do you know what it's like to feel an overwhelming urge to just be noticed? Like you're standing there invisible. What it's like to dress up, to want to be seen for once, but hardly anyone does. What it's like when you're tired and confused and grumpy and a tiny bit broken and nobody can see, because you're too good at hiding. But who could you tell, how would you say it? By blogging, I guess. It's a good thing this blog is for me and not for readers, though it may be read, because the image I've presented is pretty pathetic isn't it. But I'll get through it. I'll sleep tonight. Go to the temple tomorrow. I'll make it through this. I'll be myself again, my good self and not this sad and worn version, though in some ways, this is the truer one.

Good night, and remember to always hug your friends, because you never know what battles they're fighting.