My friends cry because they have broken hearts.
When they don't know how lucky they are.
They still have a part of them left.
My hearts been pricked, poked, tested, stabbed, and ripped to shreds
There is absolutely nothing left.
The first time was when i was being picked on as a kid.
The second was when i got beaten.
The third was when my sister got pregnant and beaten.
The fourth was all the screaming and yelling.
The fifth was when i had to leave everything behind.
Sixth was when she moved out.
Seventh was when my neice got in a car accident.
Eight was when my friends fell apart.
Ninth was cause of some stupid boy.
Tenth what is there to live for anyway.
Tell me now is it better to have a broken heart or none at all...?