¤Torn to Bitter Shreds¤

The glass shattering
Like my fragile heart
Like my many tears
My soul, ripped apart

My wounded, bleeding heart
Broken into two
Cracked and destroyed
A daily deja vu

One part is sold to love
It contains my inner
Desires, hopes and dreams
It’s the piece that makes me glad
Otherwise known as
The stuff I never had

The other half is the part
That keeps my heart in beat
The mesmerizing rhythm
So perfect, so concrete

This part is also what keeps me alive
But now it’s torn to shreds
I guess without this piece
I am just…dead