Through Hell From The Heart
Breakups are hard, even if you're watching one.

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
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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