From Thoughts To Words

Everytime you broke me.

Everytime you broke me I fixed it,
I replaced the broken part with another,
I had in store,spare parts for every break you caused.
For the wounds,just treat them with a bit of ' it's the last time '.
For the fractures just plaster them with some ' it's gonna heal '.
For the bruises just patch them up with some ' this is just a small thing '.
For the cuts just band aid them with ' it wasn't intentional '.
For the burns just apply some ' it doesn't hurt that much '.
For every single time you broke me,my store would lose one part and my body would gain one.
The lost parts,I forgot.
The spares were not the original of course,and it was only a short time and they would fail.
The last blow was the hardest and I lost the biggest part of me.
I reached into my store and to my shock,my spares had run out.
I watched the wound bleed,with nothing to close it.
I tried holding on but,I was failing.
And then I started falling apart.
One by one the spares fell out and I was a void.
All the originals were gone and now the spares were no more.
And the worst thing was that you could not even pick up the pieces and put them back together.
You watched me fall apart. You broke me and now my store is empty and I am empty.