Broken pieces of my heart

Teary eyed I look at the broken pieces of my heart

The heart that once swelled with enthusiasm

The enthusiasm of being alive

Broken I feel now 

After all that has happened

All that has been done and said

Everyday I struggle

Everyday I sew something up but cut something else in the process

Everyday the loop repeats

Of grief, flash backs and dark

The dark of being alone, the lone warrior of my fate

The lone soul to juggle with the fault in my stars

What do I do with the broken pieces of my heart? 

Oh, what do I do with the broken pieces of my heart?