My life is broken, empty, filled with nothing but sorrow, but I was just hopin' that maybe you could change that.
I let you in, told you my broken, empty, and sorrowful story, you made me happy, made everything disapear.
You broke me, the best thing that ever happened to me, made me feel as if I had just come back from hell.
This poem was written about a guy who was very special to me, and whom I would've given up my whole life for ... that I liked as more than a friends, and I knew he knew, and felt the exact opposite, even though he didn't say so. He broke me. I broke him. We never were a couple, nor were we ever going to be, but that never stopped me from crying for hours, and hours on end because I was that hurt that he believed rumors over me. We were best friends, and that's what hurts the most.
