Torn Heart Gaped, Shitty Tape

So there's this girl
and she's confused
with her life,
heartbroken to say the least,
and yet she still receives crap
from her "friends"
that know nothing of the matter;
she's sick.

Sick-hearted,
Sick-minded,
Sick-souled,
sick inside and out.
She doesn't know how
to speak for herself.
She's lonely,
still broken,
even though she's filled with love --
so I, the poet,
shall speak of the above.

Shut up,
leave her be,
give her heart
some time to rest;
She's gonna make it!
She's gonna do great,
and life soon will be at best!

Love, the girl.
Love, the poet.
Love, the hateful side of her,
Love, the girl
who hides behind
broken mirrors.

It is I, whom
battles love
day after day of my life.
I envy those who
are settled with love.
Love -- I embrace it,
I tug.
But I always seem to lose the war
of keeping my heart tied together snug.

Wish I had the full love
and understanding from my parents,
So my dad could duct-tape it
back together.

But I'm stuck
on my own;
dead-broke, can barely afford
a smile.
Love costs us so much,
every penny you've got.
So I'll keep using this shitty tape,
(my "friends"), and sigh;
'cause it'll just keep ripping open.
I wish I'd been smart,
from the day I'd said "hello"
to him.