I don't understand how hearts can stay whole,
When they've torn another's apart,
How hands that once held love,
Now, only grasp at the shadows of what was.
Do they sleep soundly,
With the echoes of cries they've caused,
Or do they drown them out,
With the shallow comfort of denial?
Each tear that falls is a story untold,
A wound that time may scar,
But never heal.
How do they walk away,
Leaving pieces of a soul shattered,
And call it strength?
