Broken

I used to be full,
I used to be whole,
but he broke me right to my soul.

I used to be happy,
I used to be fun,
but how can I when theres no sun?

He said I love you,
I did too,
but deep down I should've known it wasn't true.

The next day he left,
he broke my heart into all too small peices.
He said it was for the best,
and tore a whole in my chest.

It was a year ago,
and I'm still not whole,
Then he shows up again and makes another whole,
on his knees, begging me please.

All I can ask is...

Can my broken peices take much more of this?