Cut My Life Into Pieces Lyrics Novels & Stories

His neck was a canvas of hickeys, bold as a neon sign. I let out a dry laugh, then posted the photo to my social media, captioned, [Divorce party. Cheers to a new chapter.] Then I collapsed onto the bed, letting sleep swallow me whole. The next morning, pounding on my door jolted me awake. Groggy, I stumbled over and opened it, only to catch a stinging slap across the face. The pain snapped me awake, sharp and bright. I glared at Cassandra. "What's wrong with you? It's barely dawn."

I yelped as I felt pain in my wrist but I continued anyway cause more than the pain on my wrist, it really hurts more inside and I need to get the pain out "🎼 I've felt pain in my life so far 🎼 A fractured wrist and a broken heart 🎼 This is sure to leave a nasty scar 🎼 One that might not heal; So I said 🎼 This is the worst day of my life, it's the worst, it's the worst day of my life 🎼 And I don't know how I'll survive, it's the worst, it's the worst day of my life 🎼 I'll admit it's a struggle, finding light in the tunnel 🎼 This is the worst day of my life, it's the worst, it's the worst day of my life..."

Out of nowhere, Vivi lunged at me, a knife clenched in her hand. Harvey shouted, "WATCH OUT!" and threw himself between us. The sickening sound of metal hitting flesh echoed as his face twisted in pain, blood soaking his clothes. People around us screamed. Vivi's vicious glare crumbled into panic, her hands shaking. "Harvey! I didn't mean to hurt you! That wretch came back from the dead! I thought if I killed her, we could still have a future—"

My mind replayed every moment of the day—the roses scattering on the ground, the vows I didn’t mean, the kiss that wasn’t a kiss, the look in Kenneth’s eyes when he said he didn’t choose this either. I thought of the girl I had been before all this. The girl who once dreamed of freedom, of healing, of maybe even love. And I realized that girl was gone. In her place was a woman bound by broken pieces, tied to a man who carried his own shattered past. And I didn’t know if we would destroy each other—or if, somehow, those broken pieces might fit together. But tonight, all I knew was that I wasn’t ready to find out. So I closed my eyes, clutching the pillow like it could keep me whole.

Alexa replied. 🎶🎶Don't cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste I once was a man with dignity and grace Now I'm slippin' through the cracks of your cold embrace So please, please🎶🎶 🎶 Could you find a way to let me down slowly? A little sympathy, I hope you can show me If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly

"We all are broken pieces of glass. While some let these pieces bleed and pierce their hearts. Others use it to draw a beautiful piece of craft ." - ©Suzangill .....................................................

I had to show Leonardo that I will play on the palm of his hand and cooperate with his plans. But how was I going to do that? Well, he took care of this problem himself. A few days after he locked me in this place forbidding me to go out, I tried to cut my veins with a broken glass of wine. I didn’t know what happened back then. All I remember is that for five minutes I wasn’t myself. I couldn’t’ breathe. There was only one thought in my mind: ‘’Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop.’’ I was out of my mind and the only thing which could ground me to earth was pain. It so happened that I was holding a glass of red wine which I broke and tried to cut myself with. Leonardo came at the exact

Tears streamed down my face. I couldn't understand. When I rehearsed my speech in class, my classmates were moved to tears. Why wouldn't Mom listen to me? My speech was filled with the deepest adoration I could give her as her daughter. Eventually, Ms. Reed sent her the rehearsal video. I stood on stage, reading out the last part emotionally. "My mother works hard and often has to do the night shift. Everyone says she's unlucky, but I never think that way. She mends hearts. She helps the dead to leave this world in a presentable state and the living to say their goodbyes with a smile.

I often ask myself, could life be any harder than this? The day I left home four years ago felt like I was leaving pieces of my broken heart as a trail for me to follow, if I did decide to come back. With each piece, I would pick it up and put it to where it fitted perfectly and then do the same with the others, carefully and surely. However, if I'd reach the last piece to make my heart whole, it would all come crumbling down, having me to start all over again.

I stumbled and dailed Mia's number. After four rings Mia picked up, I clust the phone tight and shuttered, "Mia.. I.. It's.. Pain.. Help" I can't continue cause the pain is increasing gradually like the day before. My eyes began to swell with tears. I am aware Mia saying something but I can't concentrate on her words either than pain. I felt a knot in my guts, dizziness made me drop the phone. My skin began to burn. I plopped onto bed. Pain took over me, I was thrashing to endure it, my small bed didn't help so I fell to floor with a thud. That's not a problem but the real one is I got strung by glass pieces from the broken decorative items which I destroyed a little while but you know what