I am a broken glass heart.
I wonder if anyone cares enough to put my pieces back together.
I hear people playing with my pieces.
I see people who fail to fix me.
I want to find an honest person who won’t break me again.
I am a broken glass heart.
I pretend to be happy.
I feel the pain everyday.
I touch the wound in me.
I worry that theyre all the same.
I cry making myself weaker.
I am a broken glass heart.
I understand that I am not easy to fix.
I say Im not hurting when I am.
I dream of the day I will be whole again.
I try to cover my open wounds.
I hope to find the right person to keep me.
I am a broken glass heart.
