This wasn't a clean break.
- It's jagged in places.
Now, little bits of loneliness
fills in those tiny spaces.

What am I to do, with a heart that cannot heal.
- friends and family tell me,
they know just how I feel.

No amount of bandage will mend this gaping hole.
The one inside my chest, from the heart you must have stole.

It's not like I will need it.
It's broken, beat, and bruised. This game has lasted far too long, you can see I'm not amused.