It's so disappointing to realize
Something I've been fighting for
Is fading, drifting into nothing.
I'm most dangerous, self-destructive
At this stage.
I lose all senses and emotions
And push myself as far away
As humanly possible.
I cannot shed a tear,
Nor can any trace of my broken heart be found.
It is gone, silenced until the next one
Wakes it up with it's fake, short-lived
Unbearable passion.
I vanish completely
Showing strength on the outside
But I never show the shattered pieces
Deteriorating and numbing me on the inside
Each time breaking more and more,
My body is infected with heartache
Reaching and searching for someone to pick up the pieces.
And I realize that person must be me.
I am the only one who can mend it.
Unfortunately the strength of my sewing is weak.
So I stand tall, glue a smile on my face,
And pretend to be the strong one I once was
Before men filled with greed
And words more meaningless
Than I could ever know
Came to steal me
Piece...
by...
piece...
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