Torn

What was once solid,
you gave away.
To who:
someone who would
break it.
It could've been
fate or
maybe destiny.

Whatever it's called
I can't stand the
pain, having your
heart TORN apart.

And it's hard
to repair something
that fragile,
because it might
get hurt once again.

So you cut your
wrists so you can
make the pain go
away.
Although it never will.

So you sit in
the dark,
dressed to kill.
But you never
kill.

Instead you sit
in the corner,
of your room
crying
crying
crying.

Til there are
no tears left
to cry.

People look and
wisper about you.

Til you can't
take it no more.
Thats when the
pain comes back.
So you bleed more,
til there is no
blood left.

That's when the
whole world notice's
that your no longer
there, and that's
finally when they
care.

When your hearts
bean TORN your
world stops.

You feel like
nobody sees you.

Like your not
even there.
When your hearts
been TORN you feel
like you have nothing
to like for.

When your hearts
been TORN!!