The Art of Breaking Apart.

I have mastered the art,
of breaking apart,
each bit of mine,
another drop in the ocean,
a tattered soul to carry,
is such a massive burden,
so i just shed if off today,
tried to find some way,
to turn lop-sided smiles,
into beautiful frowns,
to let the feelings drown,
into cruel marshes of time,
as each fragment sunk deep,
it was so hard for me to keep,
myself from breaking further,
it was a pain like no other,
I silently witnessed each bit,
adorning the endless, timeless pit.