Empty Shell

My heart doesn't work the way that it should.
My mind doesn't think the way that it would.
Before everything happened and tore me apart.
Before I learned about a lot of peoples' heart.

Or the lack thereof.
Before I lost all my trust.
In every single person I thought was the one.
The one who was there and the one who loved.

Me for me and not who they wanted me to be.
An ear to listen, a heart to feel, an eye to see.
The pain we go through every day.
Changing us all in so many ways.

What do we do when we've lost ourselves?
So fragile, so broken, just empty shells.
Grasping for the last parts of our humanity.
Only to realize we will never get clarity.