Novel & Cerita Break My Heart Break It A Thousand Times

After all i had already became the atrocious girl in the family so what was the point of still being a virtuous girl. "The shattering of a heart when being broken is the loudest quiet ever" by Carrol Bryant- resembled the situation of my splintered heart. My heart was shattered like a thousand pieces of broken mirror. And this was also the day from when I started thinking I was a cursed child with a cursed and tenebrous fate; this was the day my Ill fate started and I was doomed for life.

How many times do I have to tell you Even when you're crying you're beautiful too The world is beating you down, I'm around through every move You're my downfall, you're my muse My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues I can't stop singing, it's ringing, in my head for you My head's under water But I'm breathing fine You're crazy and I'm out of my mind 'Cause all of me Loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections Give your all to me I'll give my all to you You're my end and my beginning Even when I lose I'm winning 'Cause I give you all of me And you give me all, all of you

BROKEN by Jazz: I deluded myself that we could be one, But somehow, I was glad heartbreak met me, If not I wouldn't have realized your heart, I fell under your spell of love, Lost in the illusions of a Me and You, I can't deny that, But don't you ever say I was a fool, Chorus: All I ever wanted was your love, I never wanted to leave, All I wanted was for you to let me in, But all you did was to BREAK ME Yeah, all you ever did was to B-R-E-A-K ME! Verse 2: I can't believe I thought loving you was enough, Every midnight I still adore you, I miss waking up and seeing you besides me, It's driving me crazy, I was kinda getting used to you being around, I wished my absence hurt you the way it hurt

Never Again 🌷 “Don't break me again I am delicate Please, don't break my heart Trust me I've been broken before…” -Ali Gatie, It's You ~•~ "It works like this, your daddy says you need to have soup, so here's the deal, every time you have a spoon of soup, you get a bonus card with a surprise in it which you can receive when you get better." I smiled, and his eyes shone in excitement while looking at his father for permission.

Aurora is missing. The words slam into me like a freight train, cold and brutal. My world tilts, splinters. I force myself to breathe, but it feels like trying to inhale through broken glass. A sharp pang of longing lances through my chest as I picture her—the way she laughs, the softness in her eyes when she thinks no one is looking. The way she tilts her head when she’s deep in thought, lost in a world I desperately want to understand.

“Victoria never broke my heart. And I need to make sure yours breaks exactly the same way.” The music swelled. The crowd watched. And my heart shattered all over again.

“Now spill.” My hand flew to the bridge of my nose, pinching hard enough to leave a mark. Maybe if I focused on the pain, I could ignore her. “We didn’t break up,” I growled. “There was nothing to break up. It was... transactional.” Victoria’s grin widened. “Oh, transactional. Sounds fancy. What were you, His sugar baby?” I glared at her so hard I thought she might burst into flames. “It’s none of your business.”

"I'm sure you know how much I hate being misunderstood by someone I trusted," I said. I watched Helga stammer in panic, but my heart stayed cold. I thought I'd finally feel satisfied once she knew the truth, realized her mistake, and apologized. Even so, the misery lingered. The scars on my face were nothing, but my hands were ruined now. I'd never play the piano again. She'd destroyed the one thing I loved most without a second thought. Of course, I'd never get over this.

His voice was dangerously low. “Is that why you've been breaking the rules from day one? You're a frustrating man. You really are as they say,” she said, her voice trembling. “You're ruthless. You think you can bind me to your rules and make me bend to your wish?” She asked with a heavy heart.

The thing about heartbreak was you can’t see anyone other than the person that had hurt you. You can’t see how someone else looks at you because you’re blinded by the pain and betrayal from the past. You looked at everyone like they’re out to get you. Life becomes a series of black and white. Right and wrong. Good and bad. It’s bleak, lonely, and sad. Laughter becomes fleeting and happiness seems nonexistent. And though you appreciate the company and support the wound was still there. Someone may fill up the gap but it doesn’t heal the wound from the past.