Torn out of my life like a page from a book,
shredded apart like a fish's lip with a hook.
I now realize that I had what it took,
dive deep in my mind and be sure to look.

Manipulation comes in the form of many ways,
the harder I tried, the more difficult the maze.
The maze that keeps you wandering for days and days.
All I wanted was love, not pointless praise.

But now that it's done and we've come to an end,
why must it be so hard to be considered a friend.
With all the broken pieces I have tried to mend.
But MY heart was broken, so it's what I'll tend.