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Through Hell From The Heart

Breakups are hard, even if you're watching one.

By Jason Ray Morton Published about a year ago 2 min read
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On the other side of hell, there is no reprieve

It's hard to unring that bell

When all you've done is make me grieve

I stare into space and fight back the urge to scream and yell

Knowing now that I'm sorry would never be enough

But sinners shouldn't throw rocks in a glass house

My sin, letting things get too far gone before standing tough

Your sin pushed me away, and it did what it does when you act like a mouse

Little details matter to some of us in the world who have dreams

A true partnership is one that I never felt during our time in the sun

Maybe neither of us had it figured out, or that's how it seems

Things we should have discovered before our story had begun

You didn't want to do life alone, or so you've continually said

Was that all I was to you, my friend

Now, the sun dims on our world, I tried to build, feeling it's nearly dead.

And time with the one that made my heart beat better has come to an end

But on the other side of all this misery and grief awaits something new

I have to find the strength to get through all the ghosts of the past

Seeing us devolve into hurting each other, I never wanted to do

But sometimes, the best of times just aren't meant to last

We jumped quickly and learned the hard way, or at least I'm learning why

We sadly lost sight of where to go, another bell that can't be unrung

Hopefully, you'll find a way to be better than we were and learn not to cry

Maybe someday you'll see things better and what we shouldn't have done

But on the other side of my hell, there is something lighter

A chance to find the real me awaits, and I'll find it somehow

The world hasn't seen a side of me that I need to unleash, my inner fighter

When it does, on the other side, life will be a WOW!

Just because today is hell doesn't mean it had to be over without trying

But I'm going to follow your wishes

I'm going to work through this and be better, even though inside I'm dying

I hope you do the same because it doesn't take five hours to do the dishes

But while you're figuring yourself out,

I'm going to give you what you seem to want and say our last goodbye

All I want to do is scream and shout

Instead of feeling like I want to lie down and die

Even as I walk out

This is the hell I always knew would make me want to cry

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About the Creator

Jason Ray Morton

Writing has become more important as I live with cancer. It's a therapy, it's an escape, and it's a way to do something lasting that hopefully leaves an impression.

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