You Cant Fix Me, Im Broken... Poem by Trenton Davis

i dont understand how lungs are able to work with a broken heart,
how i can still fly with my broken wings,
after being broken so many times,
my paper heart cant stand much more hurt,
i can feel the pain within my chest,
pain with every beat,
i dont have just a little broken heart,
or a terrible heartache,
its much more then that,
its my fault i loved them too much,
when they didnt love me at all,
my tears are dried up,
from all the long nights of sobbing,
noone wants to save me,
im just gonna die here,
all alone.