12. Trash.

I've been discarded. Thrown away. Worthless now. 
It only took 3 weeks, but what can I say or do anymore? 
I've done everything that I can...
but a man's trash is another man's treasure, right?

11. Cracking.

I don't want to remember how to care again. I can't...not right now. I'll break. I have enough to deal with, without thoughts of how we used to be haunting me. I love how you can freely go on with your life. I wish I could too, but hearts don't break even.

I'm here with a broken heart and alone, just waiting for you to come back...but I know I shouldn't. I can't let go though.

10. I guess.

I'm okay with it if that's all I'm good for now. Once you are done with me, I'll figure out what to do with myself. Use me. I'm content with existing for just that. But please throw me away before I remember how to feel, how to feel those painful emotions that fill my heart...

9. Numb.

Is it weird to just suddenly not feel anything? After my heart broke for the final time, after crying for a day, somehow my feelings just shut off. I never willed myself to stop feeling. It just kind of happened. I laugh, but it feels empty, just the shell of emotion. Too numb to believe in anything.

8. What I would give for it to be this way again...

And all I want right now is her. Me and her, until there is nothing left. I want to sing to her, to hold her, to kiss her, and to astound her. I want to be everything I can be for myself and for her. I want to change the world for her. I want to make everything okay for her. I love her. RIP 083108♥

7. I hear the sound of my own heart breaking again.

It's sickeningly loud. Broken promises strewn across the floor. Hands holding bleeding hearts. Endless tears from the flood of emotions.