How much more can she handle before she
* B r e a k s d o w n ?

The Diaries of a Broken Heart.

*Was suppose to be a name of a poem.*

As I sit here contemplating what to do, or what to say, you're out there, giving some other girl your time of day.
I remember those words, the ones that stole my heart; One simple I love you.. And I should've known from the start.

He seemed so perfect.. or atleast in my eye, please don't tell me differently, 'cuz I just know that it's a lie.
He's my Prince; my perfect man, I gave him my world, I hoped beside him, that's where I'd stand.

Watch me fall asleep,
Let me drown these dreams.

She's a pretty girl,
With a pretty face,
With the perfect life,
and a shattered heart.

I’ve missed you every single day since you left me and every single one of those days, I’ve wondered if you miss me as much as I miss you.

And why don't you just point and her and laugh at the pain she's in?

And they point at her and snicker, "Look how easily she crumbles."

You might has well shove a knife through my heart. I'm sure that'd be much less painful.