Tattered and broken
She sits on the floor
Why can't he realize that
What he did was wrong,
And that a piece of her heart
Has fallen from its place?

She fights with her emotions
To keep the tears locked up behind
Her eyes so they don't spill into the
Void

And she keeps her fists clenched
Tightly at her sides so as
Not to grab the sissors from the desk
And cut out the pain,
For she knows she made a promise to him
Where she would call him to talk out the
Problems instead of harming herself.

So then, why has the phone rang
And his voice could not be found?
Why is the voicemail the only comfort
He can give her when she needs him the most?