k
e
e
f
e
(you poor boy)
no matter what they say
no matter what they do
you can't be fixed
your
h+e+a+r+t
can't be mended
it
was
r
/
i
p
]
p
!
e
#
d
%
a-p-a-r-t
by those who should have held it
together
bandaids can't fix bullet
h
l
e
s
every word they said
everything they did
all you felt was
p/a/i/n
as they shot you over
and over
and over
again
sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me
but they are what tore you apart
from the
t
u
o
/
e
d
s
n
i
they will never love you
(but they stole your heart anyway)
so what the hell happened?
why do you even care anymore?
why do you love?
(because you're an empath?)
who cares?
not them
you don't even know what you feel anymore
so why not do the same to
them?
Hi, me again. i don't really know what this is, but oh well.