Never thought it would come to this,
where I hurt so bad what was left of my
heart is shattered.
The smile on my face is just for show, you never
really see behind the smile, or maybe
you do but you really don’t care.
I used to think things would be different
now I know I never mattered.
Broken heart or broken soul either
way what is broken can never be
made right again.
A piece will always be gone and
someday that piece will be me.
I wonder if if my death would matter to you
wonder if you would even cry.