Hey bros. I'm sure alot of you have been in situations were you heart has been shattered, broken, obliterated...
Well, I wrote this poem. You can check for it online, or however you want, it's not plagiarized. I wrote it with my heart and my own two hands. Simply to help you bros. Help you relate, and let you know you're not alone.
When a heart breaks it's like an 1,000 piece jigsaw puzzle.
After it hits the floor and falls apart,
You try to find the corners, find the outline.
That's always the easiest part right?
If you find the outline, you'll be able to find the most important part.
The pieces that create the image.
The pieces that create your heart.
But none of that is true.
When a heart breaks, it shatters.
Like a wine glass on concrete.
It's obliterated, destroyed.
Not even the craftiest glass-man could craft it back to it's true form.
Pieces blow away in the wind,
Some get stepped on and brushed away by those who don't notice.
But you notice.
You see every single person walking over it.
With out a single care.
It kills you inside.
Turns your inside out.
But what could you do?
Nothing.
You're left hopelessly watching as bystanders dig the pieces in.
Deeper and deeper into the dirt and concrete.
But only some of that is true.
When a heart breaks, it falls apart.
Like a remote controller hitting the ground in the night when you want to change the channel.
The batteries fall out.
And you're unable to change the channel,
You're unable to wash away the memories.
It's dark, you can't find the batteries,
The motivation, the control.
What keeps the remote working
What keeps the heart working.
When you finally find them, you brush off the dust,
But you fumble in the dark, trying to put them back in.
Putting the negatives with the positives,
and the positives with the negatives.
You get frustrated.
You throw the batteries at the wall and drop the remote.
The feeling of hopelessness falls and sets in.
Your TV stuck on the same channel.
The same show is on repeat, and it's driving you insane.
The memories replay and replay, and it's driving you insane.
You've been through it so many times you just want to give up.
You want to end it all.
You pick up the paper and the pen and began to say your farewells.
Your tears stain the paper more than the black ink...
But then your door opens, and the light shines in.
You see the remote and the batteries on the floor.
You take the batteries once again and brush off the dust.
You put them in correctly, and shut off the TV.
To your surprise, the light turns on.
You look up only too see the ones you love.
The ones that have always been there for you.
Your friends. Your family.
The ones that have been there for you all along.
Well, I wrote this poem. You can check for it online, or however you want, it's not plagiarized. I wrote it with my heart and my own two hands. Simply to help you bros. Help you relate, and let you know you're not alone.
When a heart breaks it's like an 1,000 piece jigsaw puzzle.
After it hits the floor and falls apart,
You try to find the corners, find the outline.
That's always the easiest part right?
If you find the outline, you'll be able to find the most important part.
The pieces that create the image.
The pieces that create your heart.
But none of that is true.
When a heart breaks, it shatters.
Like a wine glass on concrete.
It's obliterated, destroyed.
Not even the craftiest glass-man could craft it back to it's true form.
Pieces blow away in the wind,
Some get stepped on and brushed away by those who don't notice.
But you notice.
You see every single person walking over it.
With out a single care.
It kills you inside.
Turns your inside out.
But what could you do?
Nothing.
You're left hopelessly watching as bystanders dig the pieces in.
Deeper and deeper into the dirt and concrete.
But only some of that is true.
When a heart breaks, it falls apart.
Like a remote controller hitting the ground in the night when you want to change the channel.
The batteries fall out.
And you're unable to change the channel,
You're unable to wash away the memories.
It's dark, you can't find the batteries,
The motivation, the control.
What keeps the remote working
What keeps the heart working.
When you finally find them, you brush off the dust,
But you fumble in the dark, trying to put them back in.
Putting the negatives with the positives,
and the positives with the negatives.
You get frustrated.
You throw the batteries at the wall and drop the remote.
The feeling of hopelessness falls and sets in.
Your TV stuck on the same channel.
The same show is on repeat, and it's driving you insane.
The memories replay and replay, and it's driving you insane.
You've been through it so many times you just want to give up.
You want to end it all.
You pick up the paper and the pen and began to say your farewells.
Your tears stain the paper more than the black ink...
But then your door opens, and the light shines in.
You see the remote and the batteries on the floor.
You take the batteries once again and brush off the dust.
You put them in correctly, and shut off the TV.
To your surprise, the light turns on.
You look up only too see the ones you love.
The ones that have always been there for you.
Your friends. Your family.
The ones that have been there for you all along.
