sometimes I wonder how you do it. How can you sit back and watch yourself hurt someone so bad and not feel and guilt. You say things to me, about me, or behind me, you want to know how i feel and if i am truly hurting inside.You just have to ask and ill tell you ill tell you that you were the first boy i ever loved you were the one who took my heart and locked it inside of yours. and in the end you placed my fingers in between each of yours.And in the end .You took that heart an you shredded it into pieces you could have just ripped it in half. Then it would be easier to put it back together but instead you tore it. piece by piece you shredded it and no one can fix it no one wants to.Because they look at what you made me.A girl with a permanet tears painted in my face. I am onw just an empty void. There is no desire to want to love again. Because now there is only the fear of running.What i have tried so hard to build up. Sometimes we have to act like where okay when were really NOT!
that's what it says on the picture btw.
