On My Own

 

The pain seeps in as my arm starts to numb;

Emotions hurt a little less each time.

I worry what this love has now become.

Why isn't this seen as a larger crime?

 

You leave me sitting here all on my own,

To wonder what I must have done so wrong.

Without the love and care I should have known,

That this was done because I don't belong.

 

My head keeps telling me that I am done

And that the future has not much in store.

But somewhere in this mess I must have won,

For I know that my life's worth so much more.

 

You did so well in breaking my one heart,

But on my own I will not fall apart.