to shadder a broken heart

i was broken when i met you i never tried to hide that but then you tweaked around and made us both think you had fixed me like new but all you did was brake me more and still you find pride in your work

today is one of those hard days even though its only like 10;30 i can tell its going to be a hard one my chest feels like i hace bricks straped down on it and i cant seem to get enough air in my lungs im use to waking up alone thats not it its having the fact that he wont be back at 5 pm hit me again and again that knocks the wind out of me its knowing hes gone that reopens the wounds and i wish i could just bleed out untill there was no longer any pain i mean if a heart no longer beats it cant hurt right?