Cut My Life Into Pieces Lyrics Novels & Stories

The sound of it breaking echoes through me like bone snapping. I stare at the shattered pieces scattered across the asphalt. My lifeline, my chance to reach him, destroyed in an instant. “No,” I whisper again, my voice breaking. “No, no, no…” Now what do I do?

~I got way too much time to be this hurt Somebody help, it's getting worse What do you do with a broken heart? Once the light fades, everything is dark Way too much whiskey in my blood I feel my body giving up Can I hold on for another night? What do I do with all this time...~ She continued, until it came to the last line of the song where she slowly opened her eyes, as tears freely flowed in her face for everyone to see.

How did everything fall apart? I was alone. Irreparably, completely alone. No Creed. No Lily. No Grandpa. I was a ghost in my own goddamn life. And it hurt. More than anything. Maybe I had it coming. Maybe this was karma, slapping me in the face. But God, it fucking hurt. I didn't know where I was going, or what I would do next. I just knew… I had to keep going. Even if it killed me. My life was like one of those vintage mirrors in secondhand stores — cracked, ugly, jagged on the outside, but somehow still reflecting a piece of me that I couldn't stand to see.

‘Light me up, burn me to ash’ ‘I know we can never go back’ ‘Cover me in gasoline’ ‘Light the match and then let me be’ ‘White lighter bad omens’ ‘Your poison so potent’ ‘You’ve left me so broken’ ‘Hole in my chest wide open’ I felt my mind start to break. It was tearing me in half and I felt the pain in my soul, as it stripped my sanity from me. My body fell into the mattress, any strength that I had to even fight the pain was gone. The hand that had been holding my arm disappeared and I heard bones snap as Ethan shifted fully next to me. Rain was yelling in my head, her song broken but I couldn’t hear her anymore. “Now Sophie! Cut it!”

I step into the live room, headphones on, mic adjusted to my height. The glass between us feels like old times and not. “Ready?” he asks through the talkback. “Always,” I say. “Liar,” he murmurs, but his eyes are soft. I start with something simple. A melody that’s been looping in my head since Palermo. A verse about disappearing. A chorus is about being seen too much and not at all. The words that follow are less kind. They’re about him. *You said you’d ruin me to save me,* I sing. *Signed my name without a sound…*

“Each smile that you make, touches my heart The thoughts of you linger in me, As I close my eyes because I don’t want to see you go Asking myself, How can you hurt me so? The laughter and kisses that we shared… Is now shattered into pieces How could you do this to me? You left me nothing but my insanity”

now day by day iam scared because it's just a week I didn't seen her but iam dying here how can I live for lifetime without her why cutie why you became my life why iam addicted to you whenever I close my eyes I see your smile I remember your face I want you at the same time I can't hurt you why your love and care affecting me this much my cutie gussed right what she feared became true that deeksha made me and my cutie split why that deeksha learned the truth why she said to me because of that now I leaved her I hurted her iam sorry cutie I love you I cant stop loving you in this lifetime no one can take your place in my life I can't love anyone other than you atleast in next life will we a

♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫ ♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩ I'll pick up the pieces, though my heart is in pain, Embracing the darkness, as I dance in the rain. I'll find strength in my tears, and let them set me free, For one broken girl, will rise from this tragedy. ♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩ 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵 Oh, the tears keep falling, like rain from the sky,

It makes us whole and sometimes it makes us shattered into pieces where we don’t know how to start on picking up the pieces and just try to live with the pieces that still made us alive and breathing. Those pieces that still gave an intact on our life but we already know that it was as fragile as a glass for one moment, we are already trying to outlive the past only to see ourselves stumbling on the ground and our words being shattered again by those pieces which we believes makes us intact and alive only to realize that those pieces remember every bit of her. Those pieces holds us together for it was the only pieces that remains for her.

Going toward the drawers I grab the scissors and start cutting my hair "You think your so fucking special huh" I cry out as I take another strand and cut it off "Well news flash you're not, you're really not you're just sick" I take another strand and cut it off "You're broken" I cut off another strand "You're unlovable" I cut off another strand "You're pathetic" I cut off another strand "And most importantly you're useless ... you're not -you're j-just your- oh my god" I drop the scissors and just sob drop onto floor. Crying I start picking up all the pieces of my hair