Broken Picture

Sometimes when you curle into a ball,
Away from all the hurt,
You miss something true,
You miss someone walking away.

Your body starts to shake,
As they leave you there, leave that picture,
They painted the happy, smiley picture with you,
Then walk out of your life...

Yes they're allowed different pictures,
But they know how lonely you really are,
Breaking through that thick wooded frame,
Shattering everything around you.

Your stuck in darkness,
The blackness of broken pieces,
Pieces of what once used to make a happy picture,
One with a girl and her best friend.

You do what they do,
Move on, find a new best friend,
To fill that space you so need and desire,
It makes you happy, they actually care,
You know they won't walk away.

You see your other friend,
All happy with her other picture,
Not caring that the picture between you two has broken,
Not caring that they left you there, all alone...

Smiles come across your face,
You feel better, not tied down somehow...
That smile that stretches across your face,
It real, not a fake and painted one.

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