beyond repair

In shadows deep, where whispers die, I lie in fragments, wondering why. No hands reach out, no voices call, For when I break, there’s no one at all. But when the crowd begins to stare, Suddenly, they pretend to care. A hollow sympathy they bring, While in the dark, I’m left to cling. To pieces scattered on the floor, Where hearts don’t matter anymore. It’s in the quiet, I’m undone, Invisible to everyone.