Spending nights across the bottom of the closet floor
Feeling the shattering of my heart against the tears on the floor
I've died twice
Yet I live still
I turned off my heart because the pain was unreal
I once was born with a tender heart
I had two lovers rip it apart
The first I thought would forever hold my hand
In the end I was replaced with a bottle in their hand
The second I opened and tried to learn to trust again
This was a person who promised me a cherished world of care and hearth
In the end I tried to fan the flames on a dead cold hearth
I was never perfect enough
Never quite the right fit
Years passed my heart lapsed I grew numb thinking this was what life would become
I forgave I let go only to do it yet again
Seen as a whore unrighteous unfit
While the lies continued I became more numb
the ghosts of my past haunted me until
I became like the...