Thursday, 9 February 2012

Ripping A History Page

Sometimes I wish that I could rip you off the pages of my life. Burn the chapters that you came into my life. Maybe that way I wouldn't have to go back to the isolation that I went through for two years.

Look at me.
I'm forever scarred. My heart still bleeds every single time I remember how you left me without a care in the world with what you have done to me.
Constantly looking for the love that I had once felt for you. 
I want to breathe. 
Take back the pieces you tore from me and be old me I used to be. Never having to cry every night.
Never having to scream because of the scars I have all over me.
Come back and give me back the little pieces of soul you ripped off my life. 

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