It's happened, you've succeeded.
Tell them all you've won.
The battle is all over, the damage has been done.
Scream it out and shout it.
Yell right from your lungs.
I won't say a word, you finally have won.
I'm beaten and I'm broken, to hurt beyond repair.
Spent to long just searching for a love that wasn't there.
I don't want to fake a smile, it hurts to even move.
I'm not a toy that you can fix there's nothing left to soothe.
My heart? Oh don't worry
I'm sure it will Be fine.
I'll have to glue back all the pieces, I just need a little time.
I know I'll never work just quite the way I did before.
They'll be cracks you cant get rid of.
They'll be spots that will stay sore.
Don't worry about my love, just go on out and live.
I can't give away my heart again, there's nothing left to give.
Yes it so happens that in aa race to be successful, or to win a battle the one's we love the most are the one's who break us to pieces. The audacity of depicting an ultimate truth is rarely shown like in this one.great poem!!