Go ahead,
break my heart
I'm used to it.
There's nothing left
inside of me.
I'm empty
a broken shell
of something lost forever
thrown away
hurt one too many times
and left for dead
on the side of the road
to nowhere at all.
There's nothing left
outside of me.
I'm forgotten
a blackened stain
of shattered hopes
ripped apart
fooled one too many times
then pushed away
to fall into an ocean
of my own poisoned tears.
So, go ahead,
break my heart
I'm used to it.
Go ahead,
break my heart
I expected it.
