you don't have to be sorry.

sobbing for nothing.

and it stung like a paper cut.
expect it didn't heal as quick.
turning pages too fast, hurt.
they slice, rip, tear my scar tissue, it repulses my body, leading me to force myself sick.
it always happens when you think your okay.
you used to tell me to move on.
nobody cries like a girl with a broken heart.
i sob so hard, my chest hurts and palpitates faster than you felt.
of course, you'll never understand.
crying never solved the problem either.
just made me numb.
numb to love, harder to accepting things.
i guess I'm okay, at least I think so.