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!
