I loved looking at what the mirror showed
I loved looking at the one you loved...
Now all I see is shattered glass and
and bits of me scattered  all around...

One such shard you embedded in my heart,
that's all I have to call my own.
Alive but dead I seem to all.
Pallbearers waiting to get done with the job.

Nothing to leave 'cause I gave you all,
my heart, my soul, my body, my all.
Selfish they say, look at this ***** factory,
but how can I give what is not mine to give.

You are my person, I've ceased to be.
You are my vision, I've ceased to see.
You are the silence, I've ceased to write.
You are everything I need and all I don't.

This parting gift , my heart holds dear,
saved for another heart to unbreak.
The glass shard mine to give,
take it now, before they throw it away.