A Change That Will Never Come

There's this emptiness inside. A hollowed out hole in my chest. I feel numb to the pain, which is better than letting it break me again. I can't let it break me again. If I do, who knows if I'll make it back. My pieces are already chipped & cracked. Held together by tape and glue. Threatening to crumble at the slightest movement. Too many pieces are already missing and I am no longer complete. I lose a part of me every time I believe you. Every time I think you've changed and I can finally let down these paper thin walls you come crashing through them, right into me. My tears fall, but they are never heard. Pointless pleas for a change that will never come.