Picture Perfect

You showered me with promises,
But I'm drenched in wounds.
You threw words of love,
But they caught me like knifes.

A broken photo frame
Hides shattered smiles.
I could try and fix the pieces,
But would surely slice my fingers?

Wading through beer cans,
I find our stale room,
Take your hoodies in a bag
And turn my back on us.

I need to be strong,
Want a clean break,
But must take your smell;
As my clothes don't hide the bump.

You'll never find me.
You used me; used me up.
But she won't be like me,
Hell won't be called home.