Woke up today…
Nothing has changed...
I'm still picking up pieces of my heart...
A heart that someone broke last time I tried to love...
That makes me wonder...
Is it worth it?
Is this loving thing really good for a person?
I mean... it felt good...
Until someone came and ******* it up...
Someone got hurt...
It was me this time...
My heart got smashed by a hummer...
Since then, I've been trying to recover...
But it seems like the remains of my heart were thrown in different continents.