Broken heart.

You ask if i'm okay,

I say ofcourse.

I don't want you to see the tears in my eyes.

I'm sick of this pain and loneliness.

When will it go away?

I don't want you to see through my fake smile.

Because if you do all you see is my broken heart

All of the pieces scattered on the floor,

saying that I still love you.

It's not a lie just the truth.

Becasue I still do with,

My broken heart.