the break up

They say it is better to have loved than to have never loved at all. However when that love jams a knife in your heart I think I'd rather have passed on love. It really screwed me up after the break up. One minute I'm happy in love the next I'm on the street. I guess some men lose heart during this but suicide makes me squeamish. I guess in times of trouble there will be an answer so I let it be. After a lot of months I've still not received that answer but I've not seen mother Mary either so at least I'm still kicking. Every days a new day and I guess time heals all wounds but I'm tired. The rain beats down I'm cold and so tired. The box I call home my only shelter. I hear the voices now I guess mother Mary has appeared but I can no longer lift my head to see anymore.