look at my heart
all the shards of broken love
everything i gave you
lays in a pile
on the floor
broken . . .
shards of glass
shards of love
shards of memories

tomarrow another day
filled with pain that i cannot bare
i see everyday
those who love one another
and choke on the hate i feel
because i myself
cannot feel that same emotion

i am broken
even though many
cannot see through
my lies that i camoflauge
myself in . . .
i sit in the corner
broken . . .
shards of glass
shards of love
shards of memories

laughing, loving, caring
everyone claims i know those
but how do they know
how a killed and destroyed
soul really feels
deep down inside?

questions tumble from my lips
should i live
should i die?
which do i deserve?
everything seems so unbearably real
in this personal nightmare
a nightmare
that i can only describe as hell

what others do not know
only helps them move on
only allows them to fade
from my interests
think i am depressed?
many have . . .
but they dont know
how broken one can feel

when i cant be who i want
to become . . .
how much would that break you?
when all you think is gone . . .
stolen away from you . . .
how much would that break you?
think i have problems . . .
the answer is yes . . .
but one thing you must know
i dont care . . .
not anymore

forever i will remain
broken
possibly like a forgotten urn
broken and shattered
probably like a dead one's doll
dismembered and maimed
broken
i will stay