Here's my diary about my broken heart,
You stole it from me,
Then tore it apart.
I'm starting to tear,
My view isn't clear,
My chest tightens up,
I wish you were here.
You left me sad,
So broken and used,
Like a dog on the streets,
Abandoned and abused.
I fill pages more than needed,
Feeling empty, uncompleted.
I throw time away some more,
But pause and think about "what for?"
Drips of tear roll down my face,
My head's a mess and out of place,
I'm sitting still not on a pace,
Yet I'm just a girl, not the chase.
