broken

This brought me to tears today.

the broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight
maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time
i am here still waiting though i still have my doubts
i am damaged at best, like you've already figured out

i'm falling apart, i'm barely breathing
with a broken heart that's still beating
in the pain, there is healing
in your name i find meaning
so i'm holding on, i'm holding on, i'm holding on
i'm barely holding on to you

the broken locks were a warning you got inside my head
i tried my best to be guarded, i'm an open book instead
i still see your reflection inside of my eyes
that are looking for a purpose, they're still looking for life

i'm falling apart, i'm barely breathing
with a broken heart that's still beating
in the pain, is there healing
in your name i find meaning
so i'm holding on, i'm holding on, i'm holding on
i'm barely holding on to you

i'm hanging on another day
just to see what you throw my way
and i'm hanging on to the words you say
you said that i will be okay

the broken lights on the freeway left me here alone
i may have lost my way now, haven't forgotten my way home

i'm falling apart, i'm barely breathing
with a broken heart that's still beating
in the pain, there is healing
in your name i find meaning
so i'm holding on, i'm holding on, i'm holding on
i'm barely holding on to you

Broken- Lifehouse

Someone once told me...

"When you cry yourself to sleep, you'll wake up the next morning with horribly swollen eyes and a puffy face."



It's true.

So either call in sick, or be prepared to get odd looks and questions.

-back.

And so I'm back, after half a year. How things have changed... or not.
Sometimes we can never know if change is really for the better. More reasons to smile, at the same time, more reasons to cry. You say hello to something, at the same time, you say goodbye to something else. For the better? And you wonder.

Some goodbyes were probably not even real goodbyes. And you realize that although you've always thought somethings are long gone, no longer there, their shadow appears when you least expect it. Gone, or just hiding?

And there'll be times when you feel complete, but as soon as you close your eyes for a moment, a sense of emptiness drowns you. It's like having so many good puzzle pieces, more than you would ever need, but none to fill that last spot. Wonderfully complete, yet still incomplete.

And you look back and wonder what could've been. If you had stayed and waited at square one for just a little longer, how different would things be? Or would you have been left there standing at the same spot forever? Was the wait not long enough? Who's to know anyway.

And you'd be surprised as to how one can call you their friend one minute, and the next minute easily turn around and label you the enemy. Little things may have changed from time to time, but does that really have to burn everything else?




Nonetheless, for all that I have with me right here and right now, no matter how much or how little they may seem, no matter how perfect or imperfect they may be, I thank You.