"All I’ve done all my life is disobey." ~ Edith Piaf, born in 1915.
Why I do I still cry everyday?
I thought I’d had my heart broken before.
I thought the pain I’d felt before was heartbreak.
I thought it was bad enough.
I didn’t know heartbreak until I met you.
Until I loved you like my very life depended on it.
And then you broke my heart like it doesn’t matter.
Girls, if you think you’ve been through heartbreak… but you’ve carried on,
The real death by heartbreak is the one where you can’t see anyone else.
When your heart aches so much it’ll never heal.
Every idiotic thing reminds you of him.
And no one can tolerate your blabber anymore.
You’ve seriously considered suicide.
But never gone through with it because of your family.
There’s no escaping.
No turning back.
You’ll love this horrible person till the end of your days.
There’s just darkness.
Like jumping off a bridge. First, ecstasy. Then, a sudden death. I feel like my heart was ripped out and stepped on till it was splattered all around. And you couldn’t care less. Thanks, really.
Maybe I’m too busy being yours.
It’ll happen, even though you couldn’t care less.