heartache

There are many forms of heartache:one bein flaked on by a girl you kinda like, set up by others, now its hard to show face when the whole event turns to disgrace. Two, bein up all night thinkin about the one that got away, hopefully she's been thinkin the same. If not then it's just shameful to feel hope, drugged up so much you just had to try dope. Forget about the future plans of promised engagements and elope. Three...hangin your neck from a damn rope...FOUR!!! Man I just can't take much more, I wanna be different and grown, overthrow this feelin of insecurity, sense of pride with a side of humility. Anguish and pain, arise with sorrow and sadness. Five, I've come to realized madness. That all actions have in regards to physics have an equal and counter reaction. But I'm sick of the backlashin and outlandish thoughts in my mind while I try to find happiness on the outside.Six, heartache comes from losin your family, bit by bit. You had nights and days sittin and sleepin alone, while you see pictures of your daughter almost grown into a toddler. You miss her hair and her laughter. You cry at night, but these are the things needed done to keep the bills from fallin over your head. You wish you were dead and eager to end the life you live, prayin your daughter will understand what you did. Hopefully she forgives. Seven, it comes in a form of sacrifice, from love to legal opportunities. To seek the goal of pridin yourself as an equal member of society...while destroyin yourself and your family. Seein you cry that night you got arrested had me devastated, my heart broke into two so by the time we get to heartache number 50 I'll be heartless and blue. You sacrificed a great deal, hopeless future of a son, broken homes from both daughters, you should have never did us the favor. Maybe then we'll still be together. They say sometimes sacrifice is necessary, but it's insane that our situation is deemed ok. Because number 8, I'm not okay. I've lost faith in the yesterday teachings. I'm not religious enough I deserve a beatin. Punishment for the wrong things I've done, or for missed opportunities in the destiny of life. Tonight, I pray for my own sake. I pray that I won't catch another heartache.Number 9 comes to mind when all that is lost from under the surface. Your ego checks out you no longer exist within you. You gave up on yourself, who else will need you? Through all the tries and second chances, through all the hard truth and bitter lies, you doomed yourself you're soon to die. And you can't cry. You dont know why.