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a broken heart, to a beat up soul, i feel broken and used, life is so very cold, my wishes in life, shattered yet gleams, as i think of them of broken shards, of yesterday, when i am near you, i feel so very weak, it feels like, i can't, use my own 2 feet, it hurts this pain, so deep inside, not even bleeding, can stop this horrid pain, i wish so deep, so very wide, that the pain will be gone, by tommorow night, frozen i'm weak, not even able to use my own 2 feet, i am so fragile yet so weak, i wish i had thorns, like a rose, so then they know, i am not to be played with, not even tossed around like a toy, i already feel like a puppet, i don't need to also feel madness, i am going nuts, over the edge, this boy is playing game, with my head, i fall so tired, of these very games, i couldn't take no more, so my heart just stopped, i was done out of love, i couldn't feel anything else, i was just so numb, smiles turned to tears, laughter to frowns, he left happy, but me sadder than a clown, i was the fool, who played the part, of the mouse, while he played the part, of the cat, so foolish i was, so tired an weak, back then i thought, we be together forever, how stupid i could be, after i died, i lived internaly, but only to see you, by another girls side....