Broken Pieces

I'm the vase you broke into a thousand pieces.

I'm the mask you wear to hide your true self.

The words you spoke, telling me to "keep this."

When you screamed, and then I cried,

Why didn't I make you proud?

At that moment, I felt like the sun wouldn't rise.

I broke your boiling point, and you shattered my heart.

I'm the broken pieces

turning into a work of art.

Unloved, unwanted, dying on the floor.

I'm the broken pieces that you want no more.

My ears are ringing, my heart isn't singing;

the words you portrayed pierced my heart.

My mind is racing, everything is dinging.

I wish you loved me like I loved you,

but i guess the world isn't perfect;

you split me in two.