Broken

What you see before you is a broken woman.
What you see is what you get, absolutely nothing.
Hating myself more each day for believing in love.
Wishing I was born without a heart, so it wouldn’t be broken by you.
Dreams are just broken pieces in a glass, all distorted.
Do I believe I will never fall again, no for I care too much.
Seeing it get better but I know the truth of it all.