It's Not In My Hands...

I see these broken pieces
all gathered in my hand
they all come from my heart
thats was blown like scraps of sand

Were hearts made whole
just to break
Was i put on this earth
to be a mistake

I don't know what to write
my heart can't be expressed
I guess for the rest of my life
ill just have to be depressed

Just living in a corner
all by myself
crying all the time
without any type of help

There are things worse than death
yes death would be a gift
there are things way more torturing
if i stay and just exist

Now for you to say I'm strong
that might be a lie
because Ive never met a strong person
who's wish was to roll over and die!!