Shattered

I don't think you know who you are, until you lose who you are. You don't know pain until the person you would give your life for plucks the pin of your grande, leaving you standing alone in a open battle field. You don't know love until the source of your happiness leaves you weak and withering in agony.
They loved me so much. They loved me so much that they forgot to hate themselves. They loved me so much that they were blinded by the light. They were so busy loving me they weren't paying attention to the rode.
Crash, slam, fire, it happened all so quick. Didn't see it coming. I left them there to go help, but it was to late.
Smoke so much damn smoke.
Now here I am starting my life over and over again, moving to one place to another in desperate need of help.
Then he comes.