pain fills my heart and brings me to the darkside where I reside for awhile. Until I'm grabbed by the hand and pulled out by a so-called friend who just pushes me back in and leaves me to cry in the darkest corner of my heart. I feel like I'm being ripped apart, limb by limb, every string of my heart played by the devil's hand. I feel like I'm not whole, like I'm nothing without him. The one one who killed his best friend, the one who left me alone, I didn't know how to swim. All I want is him to come back and hurt me again. He was my only friend, or so I thought, but when he slapped me across my face, that's emotion you can't replace and I faced it everyday or so for a year and a half. Don't try to sympathize because I know with my heart and soul that you will leave and let me go with crappy bittersweet goodbyes...
