MH (7/19/1992 / )

In Peices

My heart lies in peices on the floor
But it doesn't really matter anymore.
Nothing I said was ever good enough
And the edges of my heart are jaged and rough

Let the peices of my heart rip into your own
Let the pain engulf you till you begin to moan
You deserve the pain you caused me
And when it kills you, you'll see.

by Maura Hunt

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