My mind is open, but it is not free.
My heart is broken, but it is not shattered.
My love is real, but no longer here.
My strength is weaking, but my soul is on fire.
My anger is real, but my hatred is gone.
My doubt is selfless, but my giving will never change.
I have tried all that I can to be me, but me is no longer working.
I do not know any other to be, but I know me is just not enough.
I thought I was going to be whole by now, but I am just as broken as ever.
Will my life ever change, will my love ever stop being ignored.
The answers are not giving at the best, but the rest is what we need.
I cannot give an answer to the you, but can you give one to me.
Is what I am doing in vain, but just my pain.
I could just be too open and broken to know, but I have to find the reason for being.