Shards Of Heart

Words so sharp cuts deep into her heart 

Drunk words were always sober thoughts

A hundred thousand pictures she bore

Everyone's argument she fought

Being raised by dry eyes made hers water

Though she would always blame it on the weather

One would always find her wondering 

Wishing she could experience what others feel

She collected scars as a proof

Proof that she was paying for her sins

They asked "Do you feel better"

And her answer would always be no

Now in the end it wasn't just her

It was two broken souls scarred 

Wounds from their own demons

And playing a game of trust and love