one hundred pieces of her heart.

given freely, openly, joyfully, and faithfully.

you want me to throw it back in her face?

with out a second thought of what it will do to her heart?

act like you think it's no big deal, but I can see that your hurting.

how could you think that your blood wasn't showing.

your white dress is contrasting with pain that is seeping through.

i am getting tired of this.

i need my father to stop my anger it is welling up inside, and i have plenty of ways to justify my actions.

posted by -Jonlyn L. late at night with out much thought. just some words i strung together.