You've decided to leave your friends for another group?
You hang out with some new friends to get over the pain that the old ones are accompanied by?
I thought you didn't feel pain, I thought you were above being hurt.
What happened, did you get reminded that you were not invincible?
Whatever happened, you fell too hard and broke your own heart.
You crushed your own world, and you had to make it someone close to your friends.
You deny yourself what you need, and it is stupid.
You hardly sleep in physical and mental pain.
What is wrong with you right now, I can't tell because me winning over your brain shut it down.
You are pathetic, but I can't help you other than by giving you feeling.
The fires of hell are in your future if they exist, and I thought you wanted the most out of life due to that.
You just can't win can you, dead-ends everywhere you look.
Every word even your own heart speaks is venom poisoning your mind.
Anger is so evident, but you haven't let yourself feel the pain in your rage.
You can't let it out, you want those sweet tears of salvation to pour, but they won't leave your eyes.
You think of the things that you like the most, and you cling to them.
You sing your madness away with every waking thought.
You avoid sleep because you will remember you broke your own heart.
You broke me into hundreds of little pieces despite the warnings.
You said you could take it, and you can, but what have you done to me?
I am shattered and torn up, and I just want to help you.
A heart can only have a voice in life when it is whole, and wholesome hearts are forged in love.
Yet you try and force things that won't fit with you.
You shove, claw, and tear the hearts so they may fit, but the blood always shows.
You can see it in your hands as the hearts fall apart, and yours shatters.
It breaks so violently because as you've aptly said before you turned it to stone.
Stone so cold the peaks of Everest shiver, and the tundra of the Arctic asks for a blanket.
Stone so hard Excalibur shatters at it's strike, and the king's arm breaks from the effort.
Stone so softened by affection that a flick makes it all fall apart.
So you broke me, she broke you, and tears still haven't fallen.
I am sorry I can't show you what life is.
I am sorry I can't be the best heart.

Emotion of a monster
To over power
And to conquer
It is
Close to insanity
Vengeance and jealousy
Then it fills your mentality

It is deep inside you
Well mind you
Even the kind do
Have it

Disturbance,irritation
Best triggers the gun
Sending the bullet forward
Flaming hotter than the sun

Devil in the background shouting
'Feast! Release you inner beast!'
Then all hell breaks loose

This emotion...
Is the fuel for the muscle
Pumping uncontrollable strength
Pumping uncontrollable thoughts
To your brain
Much like going insane

This is a test from God
Whether you pass or fail
Is up to your inner self
Your inner peace
Mind,body and soul

We can compare it to a glass
Cause' its fragile...
Like a punching bag
Its always getting hurt
You can see it physically
If you're like me

It is easily shattered
And easily scattered
But t the same time
It is easily flattered

The chains
That keep her heart
And her mind together
Is her disadvantage
Cause' you take her mind
You stole her heart

Once broken
You can never fix it
Whether you're a therapist
Or a guru...
The feeling of being loved
Can put the pieces together
Its not the cure
But if the love is pure
It can speed up the healing process

Once broken
She's never the same
Cause' the heart has built a wall
For itself
Now the heart's...
Locked on safe mode
Now the defenses are up

Well I say...
Can you fix a broken glass
By hand?
Impossible
That's how he felt
When he found out about her history

the storybooks never prepared you
for someone like me.
i am neither knight nor maiden
but i can try to be both,
can try to drape myself in
armor while i wait for you  
to rescue me.
you’re digging through me for
your hero and your beacon
but all you’ll find is questions
and contradictions; a game of
mix-and-match between
what’s pounding in my head
and coursing through my body;
a constant war between
what i need and what i’m given
and baby, this is no man’s land.
watch where you step.

every word that comes tumbling out
of your superfluous lips
is loaded with wholesome irreverence,
weighing leaded and cruel upon my heart
by the pale recycled light of the moon.

déjà vu lingers before my bleary eyes
again,
as crumbs of flightlessness
slip through my fingers, again.
and I can see you unfolding us,
dissecting us, laying out all of the pieces
in a heart-wrenching vivisection.

and I know you can't really **** something
that's been near death for years,
but when do you give up
on resuscitation?