Its Okay To Hurt.

Heal.

     A word said ,
     A word kept.
    For the love of him
   She had never slept.
    A word said,
    A word left.
   Stole her heart;
   Master Theft.
   An open wound,
   A broken soul.
   Never had she once,
   felt so cold.
  Shattered her in pieces,
  leaving her behind
  as all of the thoughts
  pace her mind.
  She was never enough ,
  though she had thought
  a big tough battle,
  for she had fought.
  Scabs were picked at,
  and wounds would open
  but she 
  no longer feels
  completely broken.