A broken heart isn't beautiful
When it's torn into pieces
Little red shards
Of what used to be a beautiful heart
That had love
That had happiness
And the promise of a future.
But now
All I see
Is a sad soul
Broken once again.
I said I would never give up
I said I would stop
And I have finally made my choice.
I will stop
For the one
That keeps my heart beating
Because she still owns it
Even if she doesn't want it.
But at the moment
The pull of hate
And regret
And sadness
At my own form
Is too much to bear.
I never once hesitated
For the love that I held
In my fragile fingers.
But have you
With your clear mind
Finally seen
The monster that I have now become
From a new pit
Of freezing hell.
