Breaking Point.

My hearts been beaten and bruised, it's torn and weak. I've had people see right through me and act like I wasn't there. Had people used me and walk all over, treating me like dirt. I've never been the one to complain, but soon I won't be able to handle it. I'm silently screaming and no one can hear me or shut me out. It's as if it doesn't stop my heart will bend too much and shatter completly. That's when I reach my breaking point.