-Flying Solo-

I don't need anyone. I'm flying solo. I've trusted too much. I was vulnerable. I repeatedly gave my heart to people who were only interested in breaking it. Shattered, pieced together. Shattered, pieced together. I'm constantly bending over to pick up the pieces. My hands are cut, bleeding, and broken. I'm dying, slowly. So don't tell me a broken heart is nothing. Don't you dare. I'm dying, can't you see. But I will survive. I'll clean my bloodied, broken hands.  I'll heal what has been damaged. I WILL SURVIVE! YOU can't hurt me anymore., for something already broken cannot break again. And for now, I'm Flying Solo. You can't hurt me.

Just a poem I wrote a couple months ago that I found in my drawing sketch book.