" Find a new chick and you'll treat her real nice. Take her out on the town in the moonlight. Oh you'll both have a beautiful time...if you only had a conscience your heart would be mine."

And even though i have the man of my dreams, i can't help but wonder what was so wrong with me that the men before...just got better when i was done with them. Why i built them into better men for other girls. Why they couldn't just do it for me. Why did i get the shattered heart time and time again..to the point where i am damaged goods and have barely enough to give to the one i have now.

Why am I the one who has scars and wounds and aches that just dont heal..

I wish i could just mind mine and let you mind yours but i'm so pretty when i put the damage on.
And i don't want to be the only one who cries these tears when i'm left alone with my thoughts. I'm just broken. And i'm realizing the extent of how ripped apart i am. And i hate you all because of it. I hate you S. I hate you S. I hate you P. I hate you A. I hate all those randoms... I hate you...i hate you....i just want to be okay with myself.