Broken Heart

I know how it feels to be on the edge of your bed.

Your head buried in your hands.

Tears running down your face.

Wishing everything would just end.

Sometimes I wish I were a little two year old girl again.

Skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts.

I know I at least have a soul because sometimes I cry so hard I can feel it hurting.

You said I'd be fine,

but you were lyin'.

After all this time it still feels like I'm dyin'.

You must think my heart is a revolving door the way you come and go as you please.

"I won't break your heart", is my favorite lie.

You just add insult to injury.

Well, I hope you're happy because you know that's all I want for someone who ripped my heart out the way you did.