I'm tired of picking up the pieces of my shatter heart
gathering them up gluing them together with hope and tears
when I finish I hand it over
it so fragile and weak
why do they hold it look at it as if it was some kind of oddity
they look upon at it with disgust  and hate
they let it drop to the ground
braking it once more the pieces go everywhere
and most are lost
I pick it up once more
I place it back in it's box
saying never again never again over and over
im I just dumb or just hopeful
that the next one I hand my heart to will treat it
with love and care
I hold it out to anyone willing to look
begging someone  to help me fix it