The Unfixable Problem

There isn't any glue
That can fix this
Broken heart
There isn't any stitch
That can mend what's
Pulled apart

It's not like a scar
That you have after hurting
It's an open wound
And it won't ever close.

I've never had all the things that I own
Thrown out of my home
I've never had no possessions
I've always had a place to go
My life is easy
By so many standards
I float along on a raft
But there are sticks and stones in this river
And they are breaking
All my bones

This won't ever be fixed
Won't ever be mended
Won't ever be fine
This isn't like a death
Or a tragedy
Those things you learn to live with
In time

This won't fade
To the back of my mind
No matter the years I live
I will never be blind
To this crack
In the picture I've painted
My happiness
Will always be tainted

It's not about love
It's not about hate
It's not about someone
Or fortune or fate


There isn't any glue
That can fix this
Broken heart
There isn't any stitch
That can mend what's
Pulled apart