picking up the pieces all over again
Standing over the pieces of my once again broken heart, I ask myself, "Was it worth it?" Times before it was, as I put together stronger fondations for my heart to rest on. But now, as I sit and stare at the floor with this crimson around me, I realize that this time, I won't be able to gather it all back up. I kneel to the ground, scooping up what I can, but it flows right through my hands like a fine sand. As my tries remain hopeless, I give in to the surronding darkness., I lay still, awake, and helpless...