Should've Kept It To Yourself.

Words mean many things.
Some hearts sing for others.
Some are shattered like tiny pieces of glass, and bleeding.
Heartaches and pain, heartaches and pain.
It hurts, its hard.
Trust is lost, and sometimes it'll never be found again.
Knives feel like they are stabbing me.
Harsh temper, harsh words.
Did you really mean it?
Forever I stand, and think alone.
Maybe, just maybe it wasn't meant to be said.