He ran his hands over my past -lingering over the dents and worn edges of my heart. And when I thought he'd run away like the others had, he told me I was a warrior, and that I'd never fight another battle alone. And he lied!
Have you ever wanted to cry but no tears came out. So you just stare blankly into space while feeling your heart break into pieces? I'm sick of feeling this way. I'm sick of feeling at all. make it go away.