Raining, raining, raining…

Strange that I’m so
unusually empty. Is this how empty
my heart is supposed to be?
Not broken at all; not shattered
or splintered or stepped on,
and definitely not bleeding, bleeding,
dying on the ground…

It’s just empty, completely empty,
and I wish that you were here to tell me
that everything will be okay.

Silly, I guess, since you’re the reason
I’m feeling this emptiness in the first place.

“Walking Dead” blares through my speakers,
repeating every three minutes,
and each cycle is longer than a lifetime.

Still not enough to stop my tears…
only you can do that. And now I know that
you never will. I resign myself to
the torment of a lonely existence.
So wasted, so fragile and I’m breaking…
falling so fast that no one can catch me, no one
can reach me. I’m untouchable.

I'm bound and broken. Am I broken? I can’t tell,
not when I’m fading out of time
so rapidly that wind whistles by and leaves me
with third degree burns
festering on the open wound of my heart.

A part of me smolders; I hope
you feel it too. The pain is nothing…

Just wait until you get to
experience the aching emptiness of
your very own Broken Heart.

Skip the next CD track and it starts over again.
The stereo’s stuck on repeat…
turn up the volume and we’re looking
at a 9-1-1 catastrophe. You’ve seen it all before,
but this time, it’s different.

This time, you’re not here to hold my hand,
and this train isn’t stopping at the base
of another brick wall.

I promised you that I’d stop hurting,
but I was never one for keeping my promises,
no matter how important you
made them out to be.
My happily-ever-after fell a few feet short
of its designated fairy tale, but I laughed it off
and told you I was okay.

Was I okay? No. But falling in love was
never a feasible option.

I guess you could say I broke
The Rules; it’s hard to play by The Rules when
the game has nothing at all to do with love.

But I’ll say it’s only fair…I broke The Rules
and you broke me.

You destroyed me,
and I know I'll forgive you…someday.
But not until the anesthesia finally wears off and
this petrifying numbness goes away.
I’m empty; I’m broken; I’m lost and I’m terrified.

Strange that I’m still
so empty, and it’s still raining...