Today I cried for the first time in years.
Bawled my eyes out until I ran out of tears.
Every thing wrong in my life has finally caught up to me.
I let it all out, but somehow I still don't feel free.

My mind with my heart lay scattered in pieces,
and I'm reluctant to pick them up.
It's not because I wouldn't love to,
but whats the point? Since I've ran out of glue.