Cracked Heart
I slip, they tear me apart, the world then leaves me behind.
And not for the first time, I should say.
I have seen things, in the strangest of ways,
the saddest as well..
Nothing can stop a heart from breaking once it has cracked open.
It must be broken in half before it can begin to mend.
Then am I doomed?
My heart isn't broken, it has been cracked and damaged by the world, and mostly by you.
You never seen the crack that was there, and if so,
you wouldn't bother to care.
Somewhere a long the line I seen what you were to me, I put you on the shelf, and lockedeverything else away.
Now all that is left is my heart,
with it's crack straight down the middle,
stuck in the middle.
Not broken not whole, just with empty space here and there.
My pretty red heart, it still beats, it still pumps the blood that keeps me alive..
Proving that without out you
I am here, and I can survive.
