Yielding the Knife

What do you do when your world is upside down?
Over and over when its turned and shaken
where do you go when you are completely out of place?
How do you begin to move when you've lost your faith?

Why is there pain from which we cannot recover?
We can only live and learn to decide better
this idea works on paper, but in my heart
it just doesn't fit.

How do you mend a wounded heart
when the ones that support you,
are yielding the knife?
Where do you walk, surrounded by
burned bridges, as you're stumbling through
shocked, bruised, lost and used?

I want to return, to where things made sense.
But that isn't my choice, and is no longer my path.
I just want to crawl in a hole and hide.
I've been told I'm strong and so full of life.
But I feel so weak, broken and dead inside.

I just want to live. I want to be happy.
I want to find that it could happen,
that it could stay, not just come and go
I'd settle for content with what I see in front of me,
but reminders are haunting me of what I've lost.

Who do I look for, and how do I trust
when all that I've lived for has fallen apart?


I don't want to lose everything, but it appears that
my everything has lost me.