I don't
really feel pain anymore,
My heart has gone cold,
It's as if my heart has gone numb,
My story is here to be told.
Only one thing hurts,
My than a broken heart,
it's picking up the pieces,
is where the pain will start.
Pick up each piece with some resent,
find each broken sliver,
find every missing piece,
As my nimble fingers quiver. </3
