My heart was broken once long ago, and no one was ever there to mend it.
So i mended it myself.
I got out the bandages and the gauze and the love.
I put them all on...
But here, years later, i realize it didn't work.
The love was my own and the bandages and gauze were cheap.
The bandages peeled off.
The gauze unraveled.
The love was worn away.
There's no love left.
I've been hurt so many times that i don't know what love is anymore.
My heart is broken, just like it has always been.
All those years ago I was torn.
But i worked myself up and became optimistic.
Little did i know that by the time i turned 16, i would finally see the world for what it was:
Lonely.
Loveless.
Polluted.
Fake.
My heart was broken once long ago, and no one was ever there to mend it.