On top of life I seem to be, <br />But reality, the world’s gravity, hits me. <br />My lovers are lost, and my pain doesn’t fade. <br />My heart is torn, and good-bye is all some can say. <br />From the top, to the bottom, why do the tables turn this way? <br />Under the smile, I’m all alone, <br />The friends of my past have long drifted away. <br />Instead I’m surrounded by those that despise me, <br />And want to toss me away. <br /> <br />I lie face down on the ground, <br />Cold and alone in the shadows…<br /><br />Peter Vector<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-broken-hearted-boy/
