I am broken, beaten and bruised.

My porcelain cracked, from how I was used.

Though a smile was worn all the way through.

My heart, it shattered, feeling abused.

Here lie my pieces, scattered around.

As I, in a heap, lie on the ground.

Waiting for something, but never a sound.

Just more disappointments, by the pound.

My tears, run dry, but always still there.

Just covered up with a blank, empty stare.

There was a time, when I felt I was fare.

But think it now, I wouldn’t dare.

I am broken, beaten and bruised.

My porcelain cracked, from how I was used.

What’s next for me now, I have to choose.

But learn, I shall, from mistakes that ensued.