My Poetry : Bandage On A Broken Heart

I give my heart out

Lots of people had touched and played with it

I don’t think they’re careful or care about it

They drop it

My heart is in many pieces

After each fall, I pick it up

I’m piecing my heart back together

I’m picking up the pieces 

I’m sticking the bandaids on it

But they take it and pass it around

Throwing it without a care in the world

It drops

Another crack

And I’m back to the start on the floor again

I got it in my heads trying to fix it

Sometimes they don’t even let me hold half before they drop it

I’m screaming stop playing with me

I’m done with it

You don’t seem to hear

I want love, I want loneliness 

I want to be fixed

The bandages are falling apart

The glue doesn’t want to hold

You take it and smash it

You use it and abuse it

You rip it and tear it to shreds 

I’m begging 

I’m pleading 

I’m crying out loud

Please give me a few months to myself