I feel empty,
Mumbling my own name in warning.

You have abused your heart too many times,
Now it's timid and doesn't want to play games anymore.

You trusted those you knew you couldn't,
And told yourself you were fine.

But now your heart is so torn apart,
It can't even be stitched back together.

So you sit on the bus home,
Dead in the eyes,
As another passing stranger takes a worried glance.