anew poem i wrote

shattered, broken, cracked
like a fragile, priceless
glass rose, in the middle
in the middle of an avalanche
after the avalanche is over
pieces are laying here and there
and all i have to show for it
is all the pieces in a pile
i think its time to move on
leave him for his own game
i have been played too much
and at the end, im always crushed
and he walks off without a scratch
so now, im done..giving up ..i quit
im so done with all this
and when i heal,my scars will stay
once i heal, he will look my way,
too bad, i dont wanna stay,get hurt
moving on hurts, but must be done
so now im at the door, my hand
on the handle,all i do is cry
and all he does is say
im sorry
but now, im done , he will learn
what he lost is now gone forever
never coming and never looking back
shattered, broken,cracked