Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Broken

My heart is broken and shattered,
Torn to pieces, tattered.
It has happened before,
I’d just pick up the pieces and walk out the door.
This time I can’t pick up the pieces now,
Because you hurt me. How?
The person I liked and wanted the most,
Will never this heart’s party host.
You scarred me and it hurt.
You make me feel like a piece of dirt.
You make me with I was never alive.
You make me feel like I have to die.
You sit there and laugh like it is really funny,
But really you are being a really big dummy.
You sit there and laugh at me,
You put me down. How can this be?
I hate myself for liking you.
I hate you now I really do.
I hate you for what you did to me.
It hurts but you think it’s funny.
What about me do you not like?
Maybe I should go for a hike,
And jump off a cliff to take away my life.
You probably wouldn’t care if I really did die.
You did this to me.
Now that you’ve seen what you’ve done, are you happy?

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