Pieces of me

I fall in love with people,

leaving pieces of me behind.

Belonging to a heart that's rightfully mine,

but it doesn't matter because they can give them back and they still won't fit back inside.

They don't give me the love and affection I need to thrive,

they'd rather just sit back and watch me slowly die.

Feeling the pain of all those broken pieces of me being thrown aside,

making me feel accountable for all their lies.

Even though they were never mine,

I'll still try to find a way to buy a little more time,

just so I can feel like they still want me alive.