Broken Girl

I can cry because I've felt the worst kind of pain,
I can feel the wounds and yes, I complain,
not audibly, no,
I keep it deep inside, so that the monstrous
wounds won't show.

I don't know how I survive the excruciating ache,
I make a wish every night that I'll never have to wake.
Yet every morning I do, there is no cure,
this is something no one human should have to endure.

So many things kept in my heart's black box,
secrets that only a few can unlock,
but those few aren't around for as long as I'd like,
I've been uprooted, so they've been ripped from my life.

Don't get attached, be careful of the companions you choose,
for if you start to love them, they're surely the ones you lose.
A heart is hard to handle, so if you can't handle it, leave,
and never leave a broken person behind, like me, to grieve.