• Your heart is broken
    Not even mendable pieces are left
    Simply particles of dust
    That blew away
    That blew far, far away
    Along with the lest of your trust
    Stabbing thorns hurt so badly
    You could have screamed
    You could have cussed
    But you didn't
    You refused
    You just let them hurt and build
    And hurt more and more
    Till you were just confused
    Until your whole being was horribly tense
    More than we could imagine
    Is based upon one thought
    "I have no-one"
    Not one will ever truly care
    A voice softly says....
    With the sound of injury
    "Don't you remember you still have me?"