How many times a heart can be ripped apart before it forgets how to beat? How many times does a person need to get hurt before they cannot feel a thing anymore? How many times do you need to get your heart broken to finally understand that they do not care about you? Because I don't think I can do more tries.
Everytime I look at him,he takes away a breath of me. Everytime I hear his voice, he chips away a piece of me. Little by little, he consumes me until I don't have anything left of me.
The tears I thought had dried up decided to come back again. This time it physically hurts, to cry more, to even stay awake any longer. The shivering isn't helping a bit, like all the warmth has left my body. Leaving me cold in the abyss. I pulled up another comforter, curled myself in a ball, hoping
