Broken

You told me you loved me

You said I was pretty

Honestly was it all out of pity?

I cried for you

I would have died for you.

But you’re moving on

She’s gorgeous you know.

Not just her face and her body

But also her soul.

I would choose her too.

I’m broken, damaged, misunderstood

Stressed, depressed,

look ugly undressed.

But in that one month

when I thought you loved me.

I was flawless perfect

everything I could ever dream.

Don’t worry I’m alright now

I finally understand

the one person who can love you eternally

is yourself and that is my plan.