Broken heart

Broken pieces

I don’t talk about a man that succesfully break my heart

I talk about my condition

How I start my day today?

I started with the broken pieces of me

I started with a fully emotion that burn in my heart

I don’t give my smile to anyone

I just simply show who I am

Don’t have any desire to open conversation first

Or give a damn with other’s story

I lived unlived myself today

My emotion had gone

I am emotionless

In the afternoon, I hurt my leg

But I think my feeling getting more hurt instead of my leg

I know my feeling incomplete

There is something that I miss on my screen

The notification instead of the chat that left without a reply

I know I should blame myself earlier

I should know what my position

I should know how to treat people

After a day,

I think I reflect on my actual self

I understand how my day actually going

I know, I’m a broken pieces

That live in misery of imagination