You asked me how I get through each day,
I reply each day you say?
How about each hour,
Each passing minute,
Passing moment.

I struggle to survive a past that comes calling,
Fogging my mind with dreadful images,
Blaming myself while others feel nothing,
I wear my heart on my sleeve,
This is true,
For what is said I take to heart,
A heart that has been tattered and torn,
Years of abuse and misuse have made me this way.

You asked me why isn't my guard up,
Why do I trust so easily,
It may seem asinine,
Like I'm out of my mind,
To trust and be hurt time and time again,
But truth be told there is a reason,
My trust is given without reason,
That answer doesn't come easily,
I've become stone cold,
I get over the hurt,
Push through the pain,
Because a shell of a girl is all that remains.