As she sits on the park bench
Watching the happy couples
Pass by she thinks to herself

She’s alone. Why ? Why ?
Why is she never good enough
She can feel the pieces of her
Heart shattering

Rage filling the cracks like lava
It fills the crevices of her heart

It passes painfully and slowly
The pain of the lava in her chest
Bring stinging tears to her eyes

The tears roll down her cheeks
As the lava passes through

She’s burnt , battered and bruised
From a love that felt real but wasn’t

Dear child it wil be fine in the end
Don’t let the world make your heart hard.