Broken but Still Beating

kneeling down and crying tears of
this sound of silence I do always hear...

reaching down to pick up pieces of
my collection of glass hearts that have
broken one too many times before...

faces are now always open to
reveal the inner-demons we do all possess...

deepest pleasures now regress...to where they were before...
I met you.

It may seem I'm breaking or
I'm broken down and you can seem to fix...me...

But that's not true its quite the wrong you
see me as I truly am now.
I was always broken and I will keep on breaking no
matter what will happen next you see.

You merely kept the counter from
turning over on my life that
would have been my last breakdown.

I may have fallen fast and I
may have stopped and closed my eyes
from the pain I knew was still to come...

But you slowed my sentencing I'm
still here and you're still seeing me...

I am alive and you're to thank
I am alive another day
you're the one who gave me that chance.

So never stop to blame yourself...
Never think you caused me hurt...
Everything I brought upon myself
you did turn and put on that shelf of tools...
I tend to use...

You're showing me another way,
helping me here now escape
maybe soon I will be free!

My heart may still be broken but its beating and that's all that counts
you make my slowly fading heart
believe there is a chance to love,
not fall apart...

So look into the mirror and
see in your reflection no your shoulder is my hand,
offering the thanks you need.

Look into my smiling face let it tell you...
My heart beats on....because of you.