Vicous Cycle

Sitting at the end
Of an old decrepit dock
Staring at the murky sea
With its dark and gloomy skies

The wind gently blows
Chilling my skin
And suddenly I shudder
But not from cold, from thought

I sit and ponder
My sad, lonely thoughts
And wonder why
You all care for me

I'm not worth the trouble
I cause you all pain
I lie and I'm selfish
I act like I care

But in the end
After you have given me
Your fragile heart
I always break it

It slips through my fingers
Then hits the ground
Shattering into a million pieces
That I can't put back together

And when I see your pain
I yearn to help
But when I try
I hear your wince

I know I've messed up
So I say I won't do it again
But sure enough
I receive another fragile heart