How You Do It??

Sometimes I wonder how you do it.

How can you sit back and watch yourself

hurt someone so sad and not feel any guilty.

You say things to me, about me, or behind me.

And you still look at me the same way.

With those eyes of green searching for answers inside me.

You want to know everything.

You want to know how I feel

And if I am truly hurting inside.

You just have to ask.

And I'll tell you.

I'll tell you that were the first boy I ever loved.

You were the one who look my heart and locked it inside of yours.

You placed my fingers in between each of yours.

And in the end,

You took that heart and you shredded it to pieces.

You could have just ripped it in half.

Then it would be easier to put back together.

But instead,

You tore it.

Piece by piece you shredded it.

And no one can fix it.

No one wants to.

Because they look at what you made me.

A girl wirh permanent tears painted on my face.

I am now just an empty void.

There is no desire to want to love again.

Because now there is only the fear of ruining

what I have tried so hard to build up.