A day.. a week.. a month... three years, I see you again.. You look back at me but nothing. no smile. no love. no words. I wake.. and your laying next to me... its time to say goodbye...

The shards of the scattered heart pierces the blue vein, against the devils wrist and nothing but pain, ends...

I'll pull myself apart, to see whats underneath I'll cut out the pain, to see what it really means..

The day you said goodbye I smiled and waved but as I visit you 3 years later I go to the bathroom and burst out in tears, I hate myself for letting you go....

I've lost the pain I used to feel the only problem is the numbness just wont fade..

(talking to the boy) when you hurt me I just laugh.. loser.
(thinking to her self) when he hurts me I go home and I cry and cry and cry..

You can break glass and you can break a heart but with the glass you can go out and buy some more. If only there was a shop, a little heart store.

A knife only cuts so deep; unless it's pushed farther.

A lie can break a trust, but a trust can bring a lie.

Often a girl has the broken heart but this time it doesn't matter its all her fault.