The threads of my heart have all been pulled apart and passed through the breeze you brought with your wrath of deceit…
Like feathers thrown in the air, falling, becoming part of the scenery spread like wildfire over and over, the things that were meant never to be heard part from your ears alone…  
Sad how cold one person can make a room that is filled with the warm souls of those surrounding…
When I run away the scars you left are just as painful as if you were standing in my way,
Can’t you see?! Why it is so hard to see… this is what you’ve done to me...
Demanding to sleep when the pillow is stained with tears is like battling to walk a tight rope along a circus of screaming people.