There it was my broken heart.

The one my best friend smashed leaving only the other half.

And when I was finally recovering from the pain it was smashed once again.

Did we have to have that fight?

That fight that finished her job,

And broke the other half?

I have regrets,

The regret of smiling,

The regret of laughing,

And the regret of living.

Because all of the reasons I did those,

Were lies.


A/N: So it talk about how her best friend betrayed her and broke her heart leaving only half of it. And then it talks about her second best friend with whom she had a fight about and now the other half was broken as well. This is a real story guys, so no flames please!