Fragmented My heart has been stolen, broken and beaten It's been kidnapped and smashed tiny fragemnts of red piercing their way through my ever so soft skin. The feelings pouring out, the love I felt for you was real the love I recieved was nil. I'm tired of forcing myself to walk away with the fragments stuffed inside my hands, like a puzzle.... waiting to be put back together. It can only be broken so much more before I stop taking it out ot play with. It gets old having to constantly piece it back together. When I'm finished I carelessly show it again only to have it turned upside down and once again shattering the tiny fragments splintering over and over again. piercing their way through my ever so soft skin.