My Broken Heart

My heart is broken. Lying in a million peices on the floor. It has been stompted and beaten and thrown away so many times that I'm surprised it has lasted this long. My sad, lonely, abused, broken heart. The people who broke it are all gone. They left me to mend my own heart. But what they don't relize is that it's impossible to mend it. They took peices of it with them. No matter how hard I try, my heart will never be whole again. Never be the same. Never heal. I cry tears of lose for my heart, and for the people who broke it. They know not what they have done. What they have lost. What I have lost. The pain they have caused me. I have noone to help me. Noone to fill the holes in my heart. Noone to save me from myself. I drown in a sea of tears and regret, loss and pain, love and hate. For them and me, I cry my nights away. And sleep through my days. I am stuck. Stuck inside my pain filled head. I'm so alone that I don't even have me anymore. I left me. Just like everyone else did.