You broke me,
The pieces are all over the floor,
And I'm trying to pick up the pieces,
But my hands are shaking so much,
That they just fall to the floor,
And shatter some more.
I keep trying,
By now the pieces are so small,
I can't even find them,
So I gave up,
Now I sit in the corner,
Staring at where those pieces should lay.
I want to cry,
But I'm already drained,
From all the tears I've shed.
Why would you do this?
Why would you leave me here?
In pieces on this floor?