They say, "it's for the best"
and "it just wasn't meant to be",
but maybe it wasn't him at all,
maybe it's me.

Maybe it's always been me,
it's always been my own **** fault,
how can I sit here blaming guy after guy,
for what has happened to my heart; assault.

It was the fault of one guy,
and it happened long ago,
but it's affected every relationship
I've been in since then, though.

Maybe I pick losers,
or guys that don't know
how to treat a girl right,
or maybe it truly is me, my fault, and I.

Some people get married early
and last until the end of time,
others like me, stay lonely,
never having reached their prime.

Maybe being with someone isn't for everyone,
or maybe its just me,
I guess it will be a while before I find out,
but this is probably as happy as I'll ever be.

With 8 billion people in the world,
You'd think it would be
Impossible to feel so isolated.
So tough to explain,
I'm frustrated,
This is complicated,
I feel like my soul has been obliterated,
Mutilated, and violated.
I can't think straight,
And no, I'm not gay,
Just a little confused
Feeling battered and abused,
My heart's been misused
And I have been accused
Of using others, when I'm the one being used.

And in that moment
I fell for you like a bullet to the chest;
You took my breath away
As I had fallen
So deeply in love with you.

Kiss me softly
As I drift asleep.
Play with my hair
As I start to count sheep.
One. Two. Three. Four. Fi-
Kiss me sweetly
As you watch me drift away.
Let us rest together
All night, until day.
Kiss me gently
I want to wake in your scent.
A night like that
Is a night well spent.
-ve. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine.
Kiss me strongly
Pull me in, close to you.
We'll get each other's name
As a rib cage tattoo.
Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thir-
Lay with me every night
As I fall asleep.
And help me to
Keep counting those sheep.

C-alling your parents because you have no
O-ne to talk to or hang out with.
L-osing touch with everyone and
L-eaving all your old friends.
E-ventually realizing that it's not all you made it out to be.
G-reat, compared to high school, but
E-very day you come "home" to an empty dorm. Alone.

How many heart strings have to break
Before you die of a broken heart?
How many shards of glass must enter my skin
Before im completely torn apart?
How many times can someone be beaten and battered
Before they become broken for good?
How many hearts in the world feel numb
From the ice growing around them?
But is the ice on your heart
There to heal it from pain
Or is it there
Because you no longer care?
Play the blues on my
Heart strings
So that I can feel the rhythm
As I sing.

Heavy eyelids,
The lull of a fan,
A dark room,
But not pitch black.
There is a light on in the hall,
And the door is open a crack.
Every second feels like an eternity,
As she slowly starts to drift off.
Darkness surrounds her,
She feels her body sinking into the mattress,
The blankets around her seem enveloping.
Her head rests gently on the pillow,
But at the same time, sinks into the pillow,
As if she is sinking into quick sand.
Her brain keeps going,
She falls quickly into a deep sleep,
Forgetting everything that happened that day.
Her back, which ached, is now being put to rest,
Her body gets a break from everything,
But her mind keeps going.

Social media has led to this world
Of anti-social people;
Created this void for seeing others
Face to face - let's just skype or facetime.
It's no wonder so many teens of this
Generation think they are depressed,
They base all self worth on the number
Of likes they get on their selfies.
The number of followers and
Online "friends",
I'm just saying,
This is only the beginning.
Whenever something happens,
Whether good or bad,
Everyone gets out their phones to video
And post to Youtube - it's a new fad.
People text and message each other,
They are dating through social media sites,
Every instance of their relationship is through media,
Half of all break ups occur through text - that aint right.
What happened to the days of playing outside,
And kids going on play dates while their parents bond,
Now the kids I babysit have an iPad, tablet, computer,
And an iPhone which is nicer than mine.
Did I mention they're only 5, 3, and 7,
And they share their electronic toys,
But what happened to going to playgrounds
To play with other girls and boys?
Now they only play online,
Because their friends are all online too,
They're saying, "Hey man, give me a life",
But sadly, this is what their life has become and there's nothing I can do.

Maybe one day I'll meet a person who will willingly get down on their knees and help me pick up the pieces of my heart that you broke and slowly bind them back together again in hopes of being able to love.

This society disgusts me.
It's not just the one I live in,
But the entirety of the world.
Not to blow things out of proportion
But really, we're all just dramatic,
Attention ******, that need a reason to stand out.
People claiming they have a disorder
As severe as depression to spark interest.
Not to be an insensitive, *****, but
"Sorry you went through a break up; get over it".
Don't get me wrong, it's not okay to just tell people to
"**** it up", but I first hand know how they feel.
Time will mend your "broken heart",
It's not even broken, just slightly scratched.
So grow up, and get over yourself,
You're not that cool, and you don't stand out,
Oh yeah, except as a stuck up, conceited, *****.