i have so many scars
and so many missing pieces
i have one open spot
for a true love and care
i wish for the pain to end
but it shall never
to much heart ache
can kill the soul
but when the soul
can take no more
then the heart holds all
i long fora repair man
to come and fix the
million pieces of me
to put me back together
with a steel wall so nothing
can come in and break me
but i can not find him
or he does not exist
the life of a broken heart
will always and forever
be filled with pain
to many people
came in this life
and to many people
left without saying a word
i loved and cared
but most of all i worried
and every time
a piece fell off of me
with every piece
and every scar
i lost the will to do anything
i wish this is not true
if i told you
everything is alright
i would be lieing to you
if the people would have
never left
then i would
probably be in a better condition
why would they not say anything?
it kills me to think about it
it hurts me to remember it
but it comes in my programing
i used to care so much
that it was scary
i used to love a lot
and now its a crime
i used to be a full of life heart
and now i cant even fulfill my body's needs anymore
why are emotions so hard to understand?
i still have my life to live
and i shall make it count
to the very end
no matter
how hard
nor how confusing
life will become or was
my life is not over
and wont be for a while
so sit back and watch
as i fix my self
and finish this life
as is should be
