How come when we talk I want to do is yell at you? Yell and tell you how I feel. When you ask, I just cant. I want to so bad. Yet, you make me so mad. You are the smiles in my life. Yet you’re also my sharpest knife. Ripping me up inside. Why do you ask? When all I want to do is bask in this pain. Get away from all this. You were my everything. I wish you could see how much you mean to me. I wanna cry. I just wanna die. I cant though. How come I cant? Why do I feel so low? I feel so cold. I just want you to hold. It’s such a heavy load on my heart. Bounded by chains. You have your own way of doing things. As do I. Yet, I still love to cry. If I turn a sad song on would help any more? Take away all this pain and before? Pictures of us surround me. Haunt me. In my sleep. In my mind they creep. To hell with all this. I just wanna be in a bliss. Yet, I’m reading those lost love letters. Why do I always look back? Seeing how it makes me feel like crap. It’s proven that a broken heart helps you learn a lot. Seems like just yesterday your arms were around me tight and everything felt so right. I’m torn into pieces. But you wont see the tears I cry tonight. Now all that’s left of me is who I am to everyone else. So behind these eyes of mine I’m broken up. A broken heart feels like the worst thing in the world. So here I am once again on this rug. Because I love you.
Reason for writing:
For all the times ive been heartbroken.Dont matter which guy it was.
Birth sign: Taurus
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