Broken Heart

I'm sick of my heart being smashed, I cut my fingers trying to make it whole, But when it's complete again, Someone knocks it from my grasp, And obliterates it again, I'm tired of fixing it, I'm drowning in the blood of my sorrow, I'll just hold the pieces to myself, So that I won't be broken again, But since he's come into my life, He's helping me fix it, Piece by piece, Shard by shard, Cut by cut.