Between Coffee & Affection

seven ღ broken parts

if you feel around for broken parts
be careful where you place your hands;
all the broken parts are left in the dark,
for nobody wants to fix them.

they're locked inside a box,
in hopes that no one will find them;
nobody knows how to sew them up.
it's time consuming to fix something broken.

take a heart that's broken;
it's been through hell and back,
all the trust it once had is gone,
all the love it once felt has left.

all that is left is a void of darkness
that seems to keep beating
for no reason at all.
why does it beat?

for pain and suffering?
to keep the constant reminder
of the emotionless being that it hold captive
day in and day out?

but what no one understands about these
broken parts, is that they're collecting dust in a body that wants to keep living,
with a mind that wants to die.