Broken Bones In a place I once called  home

It's all just broken bones.
When you don't pick up your phone.  
I'd love to stay and chat;
but i'm not too good at that.
I'd do anything to make you see;
to make you change your mind and still want me.
It's all just things i cannot own;
a love my heart has fought to shown.
It's all just broken memories.
It's all just a perfect mess;
I love you so I deal with the stress,
that you've given me.  
Oh dear god;  
I wish you could see.  
Feeling so intone;
My love for you has grown.
But now I'm burnt as the ocean soughed;
what would i do to make you my own?
It's all just broken bones;
and a place i once called home;
strangers with memories;
it's really not working out for me.
It's all just a broken bone;
to be mended with time and tone,
and i don't wanna hear 'stick and stones';
because you're not the one they owe.
And I blew it; this really blows.
I think I've got a much stronger backbone;
then i show.
I can't condone.
I'm on my own.
I'm all alone.
With all my broken bones.