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

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

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

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.

Although we are very far apart,I'll always give you love from the depths of my aching heart. I love you more than words can say,but what's the use of speaking anyway? I have nothing left to say...I know that you will never love me this way...