You Became One of Them

You became one of them,
broken relationships,
like a pencil,broken in two,
I keep on writing the scrip of my life,
the same old story,
the same bittersweet strife.
When will the war end?
When will the mending
begin?
I believed in Prince Charming,
no more,
its a good thing,
every Prince Charming,
walked out the door.
Self pity runs down my window pane,
outside the glass of my heart,
like tormenting rain.
I stare out across the sea,
I wrap my myself against,
the cold blowing wind,
stumbling into the lighted tavern,
cold warming numbness,
the pain is gone,
even singing miseries song.