Cut My Life Into Pieces Lyrics Novels & Stories

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.

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

I want to know if it was the same thing from a time before. “It’s called Piece.” “It’s a piece.” I knew it. That figure that looks like a puzzle piece is Piece. I know it doesn’t make any sense at all calling that piece a Piece. It’s weird, but that girl I knew before is weird enough to call her dog Doug.

The city lights sparkled in the dark night's waters. Is the ocean deep enough to consume me? Will it wash away my sins? Is it wide enough to make them disappear? Will it all be over? My pain... sufferings....will my family be satisfied? I'm dead to them anyways....might as well finish things for good. I looked at my wrist which still had the traces of blood on them coming out of the deep wound. Mumma saw me cutting my wrist today....but she didn't stop me. Instead she walked out as if she didn't see anything.

but I'm only human and I bleed when I fall down I'm only human and I crash and break down your words in my head knives in my heart you pull me up and I fall apart cos I'm only human.)