Broken Heart

The stitches have come undone on my poor Broken Heart.

I once gave it to you for mending but you tore it apart.

I gave you all the love I had, every single day.

Instead of loving me like you should, you threw it all away.

Now I sit here alone and wishing I was dying.

I feel numb, I cannot begin to start crying.

Why did you destroy my poor Broken Heart?

I gave it to you to mend but you tore it apart...