"Write a letter to yourself from the point of view of your least favorite body part."

I have an addiction but its not to women or drugs,
I'm addicted to broken hearts, pain and troubles.
I pick them out, they're easy to spot, their doubt and fear Shines in those fake smiles while their spirits rot.
They tell me the problem even when I don't ask,
I comfort them, I tell them they're beautiful and bright.
I let them know that I care and want to help them, I'm their friend and their brother.
I may even love them.
I stay with them always close and attached, they trust me they open up to me.
I enjoy it while it lasts,
while I hold their heart together in that time when we laugh,
but I always leave because its a lie.
And I use the fragments of their broken hearts to repair my own.
I wear a selfish grin as I walk away,
so proud of what I have done. I have saved a life, repaired a soul.
Its so easy for them to lie to me, why cant I? Just as easy for I walk away
before watching them once again decay.