Have you ever held everything in for so long that it actually hurt to talk to happy people. That was me. Have you ever cried so hard that your eyes started to burn. That was me. Have you ever just broken down into pieces. That was me. I was broken, I was hurt, I was in pain, and you put me there, the person who was supposed to love me the most, or at least i thought you did. You told me that I was useless, that you didn't need me anymore because you had her. But as soon as she left you, you came crawling back to me in pieces expecting me to fix you. I did, but every time I saw your smile, I asked myself "how do you fix a broken heart when you're broken too?" It didn't make sense to me, but now it does. You used me yet again, and then after you were all spick, and span, you went back to her. If you're reading this, I hope you know that you really hurt me, and I was broken for a very long time, even after I told you I was ok.
