Page from My Diary

Forget it, you will never understand.
All you cared about was yourself.
I told you over and over those words that now Ive come to despise.
Who knew that so much hatred and resentment could come from 3 simple words?
"I love you"
Who knew it was all a lie?
You had me spinning out of control
You never gave a damn about anything but your own needs.
Im sick of throwing on a smile everyday to hide my inner pain.
You should have known my heart was too young to handle this painful burden you have placed upon it.
I gave you everything including my heart.
I gave you my trust when you pleaded for it.
And yet what did I gain?
You left me under a black blanket of lies,
Leaving me there to suffocate and hopelessly look for a way out,
That would never come.
You trapped me in a corner giving my no choice,
Slowly yet rapidly my body is breaking down,
My heart is crumbling to dust.
The only thing left is the broken, torn, and worn out memories of you and I.
Somehow I have to let them all go.
Memories that I once held so close to my heart,
Have now taken it over and killed it.
Slowly the happy memories of you and I are being replaced with the memories of you and her.
How could you be so heartless??
How was this all made into my fault?
Why cant I break through this sheet of ice?
This sheet of ice is like a window,
On one side I can see the lighted path to happiness.
But on the side Im left at I see nothing but black hatred,
That is enveloping a chest of happy memories we once shared.
Do you not remember them?
Do you even care?
Did you ever care?
Or was I just another girl on your list?
Oh how I wish I could step through the transparent Ice plate,
That so evenly divides happiness and despair.
But all it takes is one stab with my sword,
And the ice will break.
Never again shall I enter the blackened room of despair.
Standing up Im taking my sword and as Im about to jab it into the ice,
I look back at that chest of memories.
I walk slowly over to the chests obscured lid.
I lift it off and I find each memory we shared clearly written out on pink stationary,
But Im not here for those papers.
I start to rather quickly rip the papers out of the chest,
Carelessly tossing them on the cold ground.
Digging deeper and deeper into the chest until I locate the hardened stone bottom.
At the bottom of the chest under all those memories,
Were the pieces of my heart.
I gather them up gently in a velvet draw string bag.
I stand up, the pink memory papers surrounded my feet.
Lifting my head high I walk over the sea of memories,
And without looking back I jab the sword into the ice wall.
With a mighty shatter it falls.
The other side of happiness lays before me,
I walk into the lighted path and find the ultimate glue that will fix my heart,
You are my glue, my friends.
You are the glue that keeps my heart from Breaking again.
I love you all, and thank you for always being there for me!