Two weeks of what appeared to be happiness,
Years ahead of undenyable pain.
Three words you chose to abuse,
The razor, I felt, I must use.
Millions of pieces of my heart,
They lie scattered in the dirt.
I lost all my trust in you,
That's why this I can't explain.
My heart I wish for you to keep,
Keep it some place safe and warm
I wish for you to heal it,
Give it a nice home.
I no longer wish to care for it,
It brings me pain and sorrow.
Once I heal it back again,
It breaks a short time later.
So please take care of it for me,
Please don't break it apart.
But it I can no longer care for,
My scarred and broken heart.