Broken hearted me

Left to pick up shattered pieces,
Lying on the floor.
Once was what a beating heart,
Now it is no more.

It suffered bruises, pain and hurt.
But not so you could see.
The pain that lied deep within,
Broken hearted me.

A tortured soul, whose only job,
Was just to fall apart.
A hopeless wonder in the making,
With a shattered heart.

A shadowed figure, hiding now,
So that you cannot see,
The tears of blood that streak the cheeks
Of broken hearted me.

Pick up pieces, one by one.
It\'s now beyond repair.
Never did I find someone,
To ever really care.

So now it's done,
Just leave me here.
Leave me scattered,
In all my fear.

*not sure about the ending...any suggestions would be great...thanks*