Broken Pieces

No doctor or man can

Stop this bleeding,

This wound can’t

Be healed by hand.

This heart needs

To be mended,

It’s wounded;

Falling apart.

It’s tattered

And wasted

In your hands

I placed it,

And now

A toy on a shelf,

It sits there

Loosing its wealth.

I feel faint

And weary.

All those around me

Are cheery.

I wish this heart

Were made of stone.

Then it could be tossed

And it could be thrown

And no damage

Would come.

Now this is what I've become:

A broken soul

And it has taken

Its toll.

A Quick fix of love

Held this heart

Together for a while,

But its fallen to pieces

Now. And there’s

To many to pick up

By myself.

I hope that

Someday someone

Will come and pick up the

Broken pieces.