3 a.m

I'm broken inside and out
And still I smile without a doubt.
I've been torn limb from limb,
Shouldn't breaking someone's heart be considered a sin?
I try my hardest to cry,
But I've cried too much my eyes have become dry.
So, all I have is a wounded heart from someone who swore we'd never be apart. I'm just a girl though and you're just a boy
And even little boys use hearts as toys.
Maybe, I'm just a fool for falling in love with a heartless tool.
I thought we had something really special,
But now, I'm just a lost vessel.
I'm consumed with a million different thoughts,
I'm sorry that we always fought.
I was just so scared to lose my home,
Now I'm stuck with the voices in my head telling me where I've gone wrong. I'm at my weakest point, I've gone insane but I don't want to disappoint. My scars are healing on my wrist, they were my memories put into a list. Each scar told a story of what I had done,
It explains to me all the people who had won.
But you're the one who hurt me the most,
You inflected every wound and inflamed every sore...
I've lost the battle, but I'll win the war!