The Ripped Soul

I can't explain the pain I'm feeling inside right now. This unexplainable heartache, this hole filled with sorrow and misery, this overwhelming amount of grief and sadness, the anger and hatred that burns inside..

I feel like screaming. I feel like crying. I feel like dying.

it's so hard to let my heart roam again because of all the hurt, because of everything that i've been through and everything that's happened.

he's my idiot. and i'm his girl. i don't want anybody else. i want to be able to give myself to him completely, like how i did with you, and how i almost did with the one after you. and i know that in time, i will. and he knows that too.

I know one thing.. I really feel like killing myself right now.

Maybe I'm the bad one in all of this.
Maybe we shouldn't have been together, and yes, that's regret.

Because if I knew then at Gloria Jeans that I wouldn't be this hurt, that you wouldn't be this hurt; I wouldn't have gone out with you at all and kept us strictly as colleagues.

No, not even friends.

You keep saying you gave yourself to me completely.. why can't you see that I gave myself up to you too? That you have hurt me SO much since everything.. with all the words you've said, with all you've done...

My heart cries out for someone to take this misery away.. take this pain away.

But there's no one.