Up it goes
Far far away
As it should be
For how does one deserve
Or for that matter be unworthy
But yet I know, deep down it will come back
Why I don't know, maybe, I won't ever
But I wish it'll come back
For how can it stay away from the rest
It has to belong
But first it has to past the test
Is the test just more hell?
Or does heaven show at the end?
How will I even see my answer when I've been so blinded?
Will I know it's come back if my reward is heaven?
Does it stay forever shattered if my reward is hell?
Maybe it doesn't come back after all
I can survive with the pieces I have left
My chest rises and falls in time
So I must be alive
Therefore, I can survive
Is surviving all I will do?
Will I live?
Can I even live with my heart shattered?
Is the pieces I have left enough to thrive?
Or simply suffer but survive
I remember being fully assembled
But life
Cruel, cruel life has slowly chipped at my heart
So I built walls around the beats of this little organ
Between the pumps I held myself together until I could breathe again
But the next time life had crushed it took my walls
Then a small piece on the left
But that small piece created, what I thought were tiny cracks
How naive I am
Those cracks shattered my heart as life continued
Oh, how can I live?
How will I know I'm living?
Because I can see nothing but black and red
I might be breathing
But how can I be truly sure when I'm shattered
That's what I am
Just sewed up bits of a person declaring myself alive
