How many of them
Lie shattered on the ground?
How many were dropped and smashed
Without a sound?
How many months will it take me
To pick them up once more?
How much more blood can my soul spill
From so many sores?
So many of these promises
I earnestly had made,
In one short weak have vanished
And now rip me like a blade.
How much more pain must I stand
Before it will abate?
And how many more times will this happen
Before it's too late?