My Heart

People love and people hate that's just life. But when each time it takes a little piece of your heart then you'll see the pain I feel. Friendships that are lost, relationships scattered to pieces, and people who died. Each time that happened each of them took a little piece of my heart with them. And I'll never see that piece again. You only have so much heart in you. And then it will be gone. So I try and hang on to what little I have left. And to protect it from getting broken and shattered. Life is already enough. So I don't need anything added to it. If there was a way to make life easier and painless I would take it. But I chose to take the road less traveled by. I chose to walk alone in the dark. All lonely and misunderstood. The only person that really understands me is me. And that's the way it will always be.