i'm broken now.

photographs have become my enemy.
because i'm sick of every fake smile.
(have you ever wished, that you were strong enough to be yourself?)
how often do you long
for the one you know you cannot have?
(don't you hate, that there's no one to fill the silence?)
did you ever wonder,
if could things have turned out differently?
(just maybe, there’s someone who can piece this puzzle together)
does it frustrate you,
that you let them close enough to hurt?
(i didnt know you could break me)
i longed,
for the one i couldnt have
and i hoped,
things would turn out differently
i thought,
that you could have pieced this puzzle together
it frustrated me,
when i gave you the chance to crush me
and now theres only one thing im not oblivious to:
(i'm broken now)