Novel & Cerita Cut My Life Into Pieces Lyrics

by Phillip Phillips, began to play; the lyrics hit me like a ton of bricks, and my sobs grew louder. Everything was falling apart---the job I’d loved, my life, my future: it was all just gone. As the second song, "I Fall to Pieces," started, with each note, my heart shattered all over again. The melody wrapped around me, suffocating me, and the words sank deep into my soul. Putting the songs on repeat, I cried until I had no more tears left, the longing for him an empty ache in my chest. Finally, dragging myself off the bed, I headed toward the bathroom.

⚠️don't read!⚠️ (⚠️violence 🔞⚠️) Sak pasé! I didn't mean to end his life, I know it wasn't right I can't even sleep at night, can't get it off my mind I need to get out of sight 'fore I end up behind bars What started out as a simple altercation Turned into a real sticky situation Me just thinking on the time that I'm facing Makes me wanna cry

As he knelt to pick up the broken pieces, I wondered if that's what we were doing–picking up broken pieces, trying to make them into something whole. Or if we were just cutting ourselves on the shards, calling the bleeding intimacy.

A scream that shakes the very foundations of the entire building. You used to captivate me By your resonating light Now I'm bound by the life you left behind Your face it haunts My once pleasant dreams, Your voice it chased away All the sanity in me. These wounds won't seem to heal, This pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase. When you cried I'd, wiped away all of your tears When you screamed I'd, fight away all of your fears And I held your hand through all of these years

I took the supermarket flowers from the windowsill I threw the day old tea from the cup Packed up the photo album Matthew had made Memories of a life that's been loved Took the get well soon cards and stuffed animals Poured the old ginger beer down the sink Dad always told me, "don't you cry when you're down" But mum, there's a tear every time that I blink The bed sink under the weight of someone making me open my eyes to face my Josh who smiled before he was opening his mouth as he sang the next verse Oh I'm in pieces, it's tearing me up, but I know

He raised his voice to me for the first time ever, “Tell me! Tell me why you are tearing us apart.” I knew he was hurting too but I didn’t want to go through this again. Damn it! But he wasn’t going to let me go until I told him. I burst out crying and yelling, retelling the horror of my life. How I had been raped while I was blacked out and left to die. No memory of the attack itself, only knowing what remained after. Feeling the pain and the fact that he had beaten and broken my body. That he had shredded my uterus, and I could never have children. That was my dream too and my rapist had stolen it. He took everything from me that night and even now that I had a chance at love again, it sli

As I closed my eyes one last time, I made a wish. "If there's a next life, I wish to never meet them again."

If you just get that box with your cutting utensils. I'm not cutting again. 'Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut...' I'm not cutting. 'Of course not, you're you're coward!' I don't wanna live anymore.

Wind smashed through the windows, shattering them in an eternal instant. Time seemed to slow as I watched myself in horror. Each splinter became a crack, which spread like streams carving through stone and dirt, widening into rivers and sea-mouths. Then the shards exploded outwards, glinting as they caught the light, winking at me smugly as they spun out into the air beyond. I was breaking this life, just as surely as I’d ripped apart the pieces of my human one. I thought about Suze, about Luna, about Ollie, about Ella, and every time my heart beat it was for all of them.

My life feels like it’s crumbling into pieces, and every part of me seems to be shattering and falling apart. I’ve never felt this way before; the pain is unlike anything I’ve experienced. It feels as if my heart is being ripped from my chest and my soul is slipping away. Richie has lost so much blood—way too much—and I can’t stop overthinking every word the doctor might say. The thought of losing him is unbearable; I want him to be okay, I need him to be okay.