Just Me...(Part Three)

After a year of this behavior,
I finally was torn apart.
But I never got together.
Still this un-whole heart.

I still cut for the hopes of love,
and starve for even lust.
But somehow I cant be perfect...
So alone is just a must.

I tried to shove it off,
but the pain is just to strong.
I can take all the physical things,
but the emotional lasts too long...

So now this is me.
Alone and cold at heart.
Nothing can break my scared and starved body.
I cannot fall apart.

I dare you to try and break me.
Ill get up everytime I fall.
Because this is just me...
Alone, emptry, scared and all. . .