Broken
My heart is strung like well-worn strings.
No one sees them wearing down as I'm falling to the ground,
Broken.
Game
I was forced to play this game,
a game I had no chance of winning.
I grew to love but I lost.
Painless
My heart is made of glass,
It broke piercing my skin,
Painlessly.
What Makes me
Lovelessness makes me malice.
Being ostracized is what makes me fallen.
Resentment made my trust break
