Stop attempting to fix the broken parts of my soul.
I think my emotions are too torn to repair.
What used to beat with passion in my chest is now lying in jagged shards all over the floor.
Too eager to heal the pain inflicted by another, your hands are soon bloodied by sharp remains of my love.
You seem blind to the cuts deepening to fatal wounds, but if I leave now, I can still save you from bleeding out all your innocence and trust drop by drop.
I have to go in order to prevent you from sacrificing your well-being for my happiness.
I can't watch you hurt yourself trying to put the pieces of my shattered heart back together.