Grief Stricken

Grief Stricken I’m alone,
And I don’t know where I am,
I try to pick myself up,
But I don’t know if I can.
I’m sprawled out crying,
Weak and shaking on the floor,
This is where he left me,
With a word and little more.
I’m tearing up inside,
And my heart is lashing out,
All I can do is scream,
But I’m filling up with doubt.
I’m confused of why I’m here,
And I don’t know where I am,
I try to pick myself up,
But I don’t know if I can.
My entire world is glass,
Smashed upon this cold stone floor,
I’m rolling on the pieces,
Of false promises he swore.
What’s the use of trying?
I’m given to the pain,
I can’t tell what’s going on,
All I know now is the shame.
It’s difficult to admit it,
I’d rather just not understand,
These memories are painful,
The agony too much to stand.
No one can help me now,
There is uselessness in why.
So learn from my mistakes,
But just stand by and let me cry.