Help Me Please

Chapter 11- Heart Broken

I loved, gave my heart away, and trusted. What happened? My love remained, but his disappeared. My heart was returned to be in a million pieces, never to be fully complete again. And my trust? Was slowly, and torturously shattered, anytime I want to trust someone the fragment will always be missing unable to tell me who to trust, love, or give my heart away.
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I never believe people
When they said how much it hurt
To have your heart broken
Until
It was me
Lying on my bedroom floor
With mascara running down my face
Gasping for air
Crying
So don't you dare say
You have never killed anyone
Because that night
You killed me. -s.b

That moment when you
can you feel the pain
in your chest from seeing
or hearing something that
breaks my heart.

I love you, and
it's killing me.

True Pain
is like when you look into
the eyes of someone you love
and they look away.
It hurts.

I like to think that I'm
over you. I like to tell
people that I am.
Sometimes I even convince
myself that I am. The
truth is, I'm really, really,
not.

You're talking to a girl
who had her heart broken,
cried continuous hours,
yelled and screamed for help,
a girl who turned her back
in the world... And a girl
who did nothing but love
someone who couldn't love
her back...

I don't like
the memories
because the tears
come easily,
and once again I break
my promise
to myself for this day.
It's a constant battle.
A war between
remembering and forgetting.

It's no big deal,
break her heart,
let her down,
make her cry...
It's all because you
"care" about her...
right???

She may look all grown up,
but inside, she's just a
heartbroken little girl,
wondering when life got so
complicated.

You lied? I cried.
You flirt? I hurt.
You wanted? I needed.
You forgot? I remembered.
You promised? I kept it.
You stopped? I started.
You were done? I was trying.
You love me? Stop lying.

maybe
there's a reason why you forgot about me
maybe it was the way
i was never okay
or how
my hair was always messy
my eyes were always heavy
perhaps how
my thoughts were usually jumbled or
other people interested you
and you didn't know what to do
it could be how
i cared too much
and maybe i still care
too much
-ahr

Have you ever just wanted to cry but
no tears came out, so you just
stare blankly into space while
feeling your heart break into
pieces.

Having a broken heart
is like having broken ribs.
On the outside you look
fine, but every breath
hurts.

Behind my smile is a
hurting heart. Behind my
laugh, I'm falling apart.
Look closely at me and
you will see, the person
I am...isn't me...

If my eyes could show
My soul, everyone
Would cry when they
Saw me smile.

You're talking to a girl
who had her heart broken,
cried continuous hours,
yelled and screamed for help,
a girl who turned her back
on the world... And a girl
who did nothing but love
someone who couldn't love
her back...

i'm falling apart
i'm barely breathing
with a broken heart
that's still beating.

A heart break isn't
always as loud as
a bomb exploding.
Sometimes, it
could be as quiet as
a feather falling
and the most
painful thing is.
nobody hears it
except you.
Unknown

it's amazing how someone
can break your heart
and you still love them
with every broken piece of it.

"Do you know what
hurts the most
about a broken
heart?
Not being able to
remember how you
felt before."
-Cassie Ainsworth

I think the hardest part
of losing someone, isn't having
to say goodbye, but rather
learning to live without them.
Always trying to fill the void,
the emptiness that's left inside
your heart when they go.

Is there anyone left who won't break my heart, or betray my trust? How is it my heart is still working? Or is it just barely beating, ready to give out any minute?