Lost, Found, And Chosen.

Instrumental Heart..

I think it's so ironic how the people closest to you,

Make you the happiest and hurt the most to you.

Sometimes i just get scared to get attached too soon,

It makes me scared to leave pieces of me with you.

I'm already broken partially,

I don't need to lose any little bit I can save.

It isn't fair how i don't rest in peace,

I rest in the pieces your cruelty thought of as kindness left me.

You play me like an instrumental beat,

My heart is no instrument, I'm not a key.

I'm not a game-boy you shouldn't try to play me,

It makes you look horrible, to anyone who sees.

Yet, you never had to worry about your image.

No one ever cared, you never had to play a part.

Even if im not worthy of love with no resistance,

It's never too soon to get a head start.

Maybe I am an instrument for your amusement.

Maybe I am the one that brings you joy, at my expense.

Maybe I am just a puppet on a stage.

Maybe I am meant for this.

So don't try to lift me up when it benefits you,

I'll stay on the ground,

I'm not just a list, a To-Do,

Even if I'm not an instrument, I'm still a part of a play.

A play where my heart is the instrument in your silly game.

A game no one else will play...

But you..

And maybe that's why it's so hard to let go of you.

Even if you cause me pain,

I have nothing left to lose, or gain..

And you made sure of that.....