Nothing

You broke my mechanisms...
My clockwork heart had lost its cogs,
The screws have all but fallen out of me,
And here I am, still trying, sitting still...
To find a way to turn the rusty key.
You dropped me in the worst ways
And as I shattered I still thought of you,
To not cut your palms with me jagged edges,
To not rip your skin with my rusty sides.
I do not feel a thing since you let me rust,
And my wings have all but fallen off...
Feather by metal feather crumbled to the floor,
And all I taste is iron on my soul.
My ticking heart still struggles to keep beating
And every tick is infernally irritating
I feel my bones crunch under the rust,
And I wonder how could I ever trust.