TORN

Slowly splitting apart at the seams.
Her heart and mind become
Fragments of a once happy soul.
The shimmering pieces fall harshly
Towards the ground.
There's no time for looking back to
What was, it's time to move ahead.
Without a heart and mind, a cold
Hearted being is released.
Afraid of being alone, she sits and
Wonders what she did wrong.
Tears are falling, sobs are calling,
The fears of a once happy soul.