The Pure, Simple, Truth.

Broken.

Broken.

When things fall apart,

You take your emotions back to the start,

and look for someone new,

Who can maybe help you find you.

And they'll stay for a while,

maybe bring back your smile,

they'll make promises they can't keep,

and break you till you weep.

Afterwards, you wonder why they came,

because you still feel the same,

if not worse,

its just one of those things you wish you could reverse.

The pain stays dormant inside,

while their rules you must abide,

much to your hate,

What if disappointment is just pure fate?

You try your best to give small signs,

wanting support is hardly a crime,

but they can't see,

to be cared about has always been the key.

When you're finally alone,

the pain seems to have grown,

You'll spend each night,

in the middle of a one sided fight.

Memories grace your wrists,

And your eyes fill with mist,

But what does it matter?

Your heart was only made to shatter.

Will you ever surface from the sea of pain,

From hurting yourself, can you refrain?

Only with help, trust and support,

Can you ever be bought.