My family depicts a broken heart,
But it is my heart that has shattered,
My heart that fought to become happy,
My heart that truly mattered.
A broken heart can never be fixed; only strengthened,
And I wonder why I have a difficult life,
How I'm always forcing happiness into my heart,
Actual feelings of hard work, pain, and strife.
I make myself cry,
A broken heart not healed,
I ponder my former thoughts,
That have tightly shut and sealed.
But if I died a smart girl,
Causing her own pain every day,
I would have some form of life,
Where I would surely be okay.
I can't control others; only myself,
And I made many mistakes I will forever regret,
But a broken heart remains sealed,
And to never forget.