Your book broke my heart.. How could you?... I thought we were chill, but you- you shattered my heart, into million shards. The prick at my skin no, the blood draining through it, till there's none left. Till all there's left, is the empty feeling of throbbing pain. Hurt, empty, and throbbing. (I have an exam tomorrow, don't do this to me. How can I sleep tonight?)