I am empty, nothing but a shell,
Reality hasn't eluded me, I can tell.
Life is cruel, rarely kind,
Broken hearts mess with the mind.
Mine is shattered, small pieces all about,
scattered here and there without a doubt.
Pick them up and put them back,
never the same after all that.
A piece is missing, I feel it so,
A piece he took, that's all his own.
I'll never get it back,
its his to keep.
A piece of me, to remind him,
of what he let go.