You think you know what it's like to give up your heart completely? To drink your heart break into a shattered glass with your blood & tears? I blamed myself, I didn't think I was good enough, I was hateful of myself. **** me, *******, **** everything. Tears dripping on my pillow like a broken dream. ****, I fought people thinking that it would fix my pain. Knuckles feigning to fight. All the times I texted, called, voice mailed, and messaged and nothing. You don't know pain. You don't know Johnny Cash "hurt". The past haunts me like a ghost and it won't let go.