Open up this heart of mine--what do I find? A hole as huge as the world. Love is the tiny splash at the bottom of this well as penny wishes cascade into its depths. Words are useless when your ears refuse to hear. Far too much pain to waste my breath to speak them anymore.
All the ribbons on the wall, certificates so neatly framed, those achievements glittering in memory are pictures of you. This mind, these hands, worked solely to build this person into your ideal. Now what? The job is undone the foreman left this builder standing alone hammer in hand. When all you've done your entire life is build how do you move on when it's taken away?
Can't even bear to be in the same building? When did things go so wrong? Devastation... 21 years all gone. Who's daddy's little girl? Better question... who is daddy? I had one once, seems so long ago. Now he's just a picture and a memory of a time gone by.
So tired of being wounded... numb. You'll never read these words, if you do they'll simply fade.
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