nothing makes sense to me anymore
what was left of my heart has been ripped out of my chest
thrown on the floor and crushed into peices that no one will ever be able to fix
I ease the pain with cuts
but yet I still feel the pain
why can't you love me
why can't we work
why does everything have to be so hard
does my feelings not count for anything
am I just wasting my time
no one will ever understand my pain
no one can ever heal the wounds that have been cut into me so deeply
am I just a tool
to be used and then discarded when I am no longer useful
thats all I will ever be
nothing but a tool
theres no turning back now
and I once thought I would become your wife
and you would become my husband
but I guess those dreams are for children
nothing but a tool now
to be used and broken everytime
why does everything have to be so hard?
what broken dreams does to a broken soul>
