Smashed

I had the world on a string, along with my heart.
But someone came and cut that string, so my world and heart shattered on the concrete.
No time to pick up the pieces because people are already stepping on them.
They don't even stop to look.
No one cares for a shattered world or a broken heart.
Depression eats away the smiles there once was.
Tears form where sparkled lied.
Face goes blank.
No time to pick up the pieces.
There is only time to move on.
Leave the porcelain glass broken in the street.
Soon to be swept up with a broom.
Forget that shattered world, remember how it was before getting smashed.
Forget that broken heart.
Be glad the one in you is still beating.