What?
Oh no that's alright

I never liked my heart anyway

By all means, please
go ahead and beat the living hell out of that useless thing

all it does is get me into trouble anyways.

Please, go on

Rip it out of me and stomp on it

Pierce it with a poisoned blade

What do you care?

You don't know how that would feel

How could you?

You've always been

And will always be

HEARTLESS

Why?
How can I feel this way?
I feel myself
Losing you
Pushing you away
Purposely
Like, just talking to you
Is torturing me
Yet, I need you
WHAT THE **** DO I DO?
I don't wanna hurt anymore
I want the pain to go away
I don't know what I'm living for
I don't know how I got this way
How do I say
THIS IS TOO MUCH TO TAKE
To handle
To deal with
Torn, ripped in directions
I never thought existed
Expectations
Non granted wishes
ALL FOR NOTHING
Cause I'm still broken
Not even worth fixing

But you
You're worth so much more
None of the guilt
None of the shame
Is worth anything
**** IT ALL
Just forget my name

You seem to have stopped writing your poems.
Why is that?
You used to write all the time.

As far as I know people write out of emotions, mainly painful ones.
So I guess its good that you don't write?

But you liked to write when you were happy too.
Are you no longer happy?

I wish you wouldn't have stopped writing my dear.
That't the only connection I have to you.
And I need to hear from you,
Even if you aren't even talking to me.
I just need to hear your voice.
Even just seeing something you wrote is enough to make my day.

Good.
I have finally pushed you away.
I have finally made you hate me.
Now I can leave without you regretting it.
I can leave without you caring.
And now that you hate me,
Maybe you can finally forgive yourself for leaving me?
I hope so.
Good bye My Love :* <3
Loomple
And good bye to everyone else.

Its a good thing I found the pieces to my shell.
You know, that thing you broke me out of?
Well I put it back on, and its a good thing too.
If it wasn't for my shell, everyone would know how much I still miss you.

I'm falling apart on the inside,
But my precious shell holds everything together.
I cry myself to sleep,
But my precious shell hides the tears.
I go through the days in a haze,
But my precious shell is painted with a smile, so nobody knows.

Thank you my precious little shell,
You're all I have left.

I never called you a monster.
I believed everything you ever said to me.
So why are you twisting my words?

You want me to **** myself?
That's cool.
You're all I was holding on to to keep me alive.

I can't tell you what you felt?
No I can't, but I can try to express my confusion.

So I'm bad with words, you know that.
You're the only reason I'm as good as I am now.
Something came out of my mouth wrong, mis-worded.
Shouldn't you be used to that?

Why are you mad at me when you're the one who left me?
You left me falling off a cliff with noone to catch me.
So if you really want me dead, just say the word.
Because I will do whatever it takes to make you happy.

I found you today.
It took a lot of searching but I finally found you.
A clever one you are,
Hiding like that.
But don't you worry,
I'll leave you alone this time.
I won't message you or "follow" you or even "like" your poems.
I'll just sit in the background and cry,
Reading your poems over and over.
Because everything you write to him are things you've said to me.
Things that almost make me think you're talking to me.
Until you mention him, not by name, but by description.
I just laugh to myself,
Just thinking back on everything.
I laugh because I believed you.
I laugh because I never deserved you.
I laugh because I ran out of tears to cry.