Undone Poem by Hannah Smith

Shiver cold I stand alone,
Fell the slow dissolve.
Black clouds rolling overhead,
Part of me is gone.
Like water now within my hands,
Your nothing I can hold.
As every second slips away,
I've nothing left to show.
Porclin white the storm sets in,
Unraveling my life.
Cut my hands on broken glass,
From holding on to tight.
Im barely held with tape and string,
Am I still alive?
This hevey heart is caving in,
Under this goodbye.
Undone....
Without you now,
Im in a million peices,
Undone....
Im not myself,
If you say I am not yours.