Pieces

I remember this feeling,

I know it all too well,

Waking up this morning,

Felt like a living hell,

And I don't know where to go from here,

I don't know what to do,

Even my morning coffee tastes bad,

Sitting here without you.

The words I'm writing don't even begin to express,

The feeling of my heart being ripped out of my chest,

It seems my greatest stories come from a broken heart,

But I won't give up that easy,

Not after this kind of start.

There will be a fight,

Some will bleed,

But this is how it ends,

If they take this one thing from me,

My sanity, my freedom,

The melody beneath,

This heart of solid steel,

From a life too hard to break.