Broken

In the end of it all what does it matter

My spirit has been torn and shattered

The people walking on by never ceases

No one will be there to pick up the pieces

Spread around are the shards of my soul

Each piece has the depth of a black hole

Sharpened by the deception and lies

Ground to a point by darkness in disguise

The strings to my soul are already severed

My heart will never be put back together