I give you piece after piece
But they aren't pieces of my heart.
The more you take, the more we grow apart
But the sad part is that you don't even realize,
That the pieces, though they once were alive
                                                                                                   are dead.
Slowly I'm becoming just a shell,
And although I know you only mean well,
I'm now just a shadow of myself.
I want to me, and I want to be yours,
But it seems I don't know how to be both anymore.
I'll give you myself in time,
and though you may initially think everything is fine,
I hope one day you'll realize I'm gone.
I hope you wonder when everything went wrong.

The sad part is, I won't even know what to tell you.