Broken Inside

The truth is ugly.
It is hard to bear, it smacks you in the face, laughing at you.

My ugly truth is, that inside, I am broken.
My heart is shattered.
I offered it freely,
but it was taken and ripped to pieces, stepped on,
spit on. It makes it so hard to trust, so hard to love. Can it ever be repaired? I don't think so.

Day by day, it is always there, trying to piece itself back together. But everytime I think of you, it falls back apart. Every time I talk to you, hear your voice, it feels like you are trying to ruin me. Your stomping on it, trying to cause me pain. You want it to stay broken, you want me fall apart.

Is that what you want? You want me to succumb?

I will not, I will survive. I will not let you destroy me, you have done enough to me. I will not let you see me bow to your tactics. I will not let you see how my heart breaks ever more when I see you. I will not let you see how every time I hear your voice, I want to cry and die.

I will not. My heart is broken. You have succeded. Yes, you have won. But you will never see me cry. You will never see how hurt I am. Never. I will not let you.