What a pitiful thing to do
Laying down on the floor
Staring blankly at the ceiling
That was never interesting
As it was cracked
But it looked similar
To how my heart looked
And felt like almost shattered
With no walls built around it
With a chance of it being crushed
More than it already was

What a pathetic thing to do
Gazing out at the garden
And noticing the unique
Daisy surrounded by sunflowers
How it looked lonely
So out of place
It was kind of funny and sad
When I related myself to it

It was dreadful
When I stopped
Looking left and right
Before I crossed the road
Like I always did as a child
Because I couldn't care less
What would hit me
Because I bet it's pain
Wouldn't come close
To the slap I got from my reality