Everyone’s Heart Breaks

I gave you all, I gave you everything,

and I’m not sure what’s left. If anything.

There wasn’t much I left for me,

just a few pieces so I could see,

who it is that I was when I looked in the mirror.

I recognized her I just didn’t want to be her.

Now when I see her, I think we’re a little more alike,

but I didn’t know how much was left of her, how much I had left in me to fight. Now I see how much she’s’ worth fighting for.

Without fighting for her, I won’t ever really be me.