You take little pieces of me and if you put them together you'll see there are some pieces missing out of me. I am shattered. I've been torn and scattered. I don't add up to a whole person anymore. I am shattered.
I've given so much of me to you, I don't have all it takes to be myself anymore. I am shattered. I've been broken and discarded. I have ripped corners and lost pieces. I don't know where to look to find me anymore. I am shattered.
I've been tossed aside and pushed down. I got tape wrapped around my heart. I am shattered. There's glue oozing out of my soul. I can't fix myself anymore. I am shattered.
I tried too hard to pretend I didn't need my own identity. I was shallow. I am shattered. I was a cookie cutter image of your fantasy woman. I wasn't real. You weren't satisfied. I am shattered.
You said I had no depth. You wanted a woman that was more than your projection. I had no character. I am shattered. I was purely fiction. You left and my glass world shattered. I am shattered.
I surrounded myself with lies. I dressed up in a pretty disguise. I never considered you'd get tired of your own creation. I am shattered. I didn't have to think. I just asked how high? I didn't need to wonder. I just gave you what you wanted. I am shattered.
I even hid from myself. Who needs personality when you are wearing a huge diamond ring? Now I know I am not what you want anymore. I am shattered. I am only physically pleasing to you. I lack intellectual appeal. I am shattered.
You took a walk and I tried to talk and open up to you. You pulled back the veil on your painting and discovered a blob of nothing. I hadn't developed any interests therefore I'm not interesting enough for you. I am shattered. I just repeated what ever you'd say. If you liked something then I'd like it too. I don't know what I don't like. I am shattered.
I am just a shadow in heels. You finally saw a completed picture. And you left me. I am shattered. I threw the glass world you gave me at your back and it shattered. What is up is down and what is down is up. I don't know what to wear anymore because you haven't picked it out. I am shattered.
I am confused. I am naked. I am battered. I am shaken. I am raw. I am exposed. I am cold. I am alone. I can't think. I am overwhelmed. I am shattered. And finally I can live because now I'm shattered.
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