How I use to be

This is a sad poem about a broken heart that has never healed

After all these years.
I'm still left here in tears.
They flood my soul.
Now I wonder was that your goal.

Ya they say time heals.
But baby let me tell you,
I haven't done much healing.
Cause I'm left a broken angel,
Cause of all your dealing.

Sometimes when I sleep,
I feel like screaming.
But then I realize I am only dreaming.
Cause no one listens to me.
That's why I need to change who I use to be.

I need to grow cold.
Instead of feeling so old.
Cause you clipped my wings,
And you broke my heart.

You know I use to be young and free.
But that was before my world feel at my feet.
A million shattered pieces fall to the ground.
Oh, how loud the sound.
How painful it feels,
It drags me to my knees.
Only wishing that I could die.
Thing is I even tried,
But it showed I couldn't,
even do that right.