Crying,feels like the answer,but deep down,all it does is make your heart die,and everything turns to complete chaos.

You weren't there when my heart was ripping, and tearing inside; you were never there to watch it die.

If your heart is made of steel,sure enough,it's never going to get bruised,or broken,but it will always stay cold...

Love is overrated, and has always backstabbed me, I have never been the one to trust it, it causes too much pain in this heart. Love has left my heart cold, bruised, torn, and humilated.

Not knowing where or how I decide,I know now that I should never hide,Not knowing now or how I begin,I've always thought that you were a close friend,Here me now as I speak,I've always known you were bleak,As I hit the floor to my death,You laugh with every single breath...

You hold my heart in your hand, do whatever you please with it, you will just do as much damage as you did before...