Cut My Life Into Pieces Lyrics Novels & Stories

“I’ll try. But right now… you’re toxic.” The call cut off. I sat frozen, the word toxic reverberating in my skull until it drowned out everything else. My pulse roared in my ears. My breaths came shallow. Everything I’d built, everything I’d bled for—gone, shattered like glass on pavement. With shaking hands, I tried to call Ethan. He'd know something. He'd know what to do, which string to pull, whom to call. But before I could shift the car into gear, a burst of headlights swerved across my windshield. Tires screamed. A black van cut and pinned me in.

I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life As he begins to raise his voice You lower yours and grant him one last choice Drive until you lose the road Or break with the ones you've followed He will do one of two things He will admit to everything Or he'll say he's just not the same And you'll begin to wonder why you came Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a

"Why you did that with me? You said you will always stay with me........ I ..... can't .... live .... without ...... hik..... you ..... Please ......I can't ........ bear ..... this....pain.... it's like .... someone .... is .... cutting my heart in....... million pieces....... Please .... God ........ just kill ..... me." ..................

My pieces are still falling apart. The only difference is that I’m trying to make it through this darkness. I am trying to get back all those pieces that once belonged together. I’m crawling on the shards of glass called life and I believe I’ll make it through if only I just keep breathing. I am my daddy’s Celeste after all.

"The pieces want to be home, but they get lost. You just have to give them the right sequence. If you miss one turn, the whole cube stays broken. But if you follow the sequence... it’s impossible for it not to work.” For weeks, I’d been viewing my life as a glass vase that has shattered on the floor; I am constantly trying to glue the shards back together into a shape that no longer exists. I thought I needed a miracle, or a drink. But looking at Chris, I realize I was wrong.

MIRROR, MIRROR Take a look at my face, What do you see? I feel nothing anymore. Take a look at my scars, They've never faded. Take a look at my eyes, Can you quantify the pain in them? I live, Memories of the past, Threatening to drag me under. I made a mistake, To think I'd ever be fine. I'm a broken piece, Nothing, can ever mend me. I'm sorry I loved you, Sorry I lied to you.

I'll walk through fire to save my life And I want it, I want my life so bad I'm doin' everything I can And another one bites the dust It's hard to lose a chosen one You did not break me I'm still fighting for peace Oh, I've got thick skin and an elastic heart But your blade, it might be too sharp I'm like a rubber band until you pull too hard Yeah, I may snap when I move fast You won't see me fall apart 'Cause I've got an elastic heart Oh, and I've got thick skin and an elastic heart But your blade, it might be too sharp I'm like a rubber band until you pull too hard But I may snap when I move fast But you won't see me fall apart No, 'cause I've got an elastic heart And I've got thick skin a

🎵 I believed in us, in a future bright, But now I'm lost, searching for the light, The truth's a bitter pill, I can't swallow, My heart's in pieces, it's hard to follow. 🎵 The love we had, now it's torn apart, A masterpiece undone, a story with no start, My emotions are a canvas, a work of painful art, Why did you choose to break my heart?🎵 🎶🎶 Why did you choose to break my heart? It left me torn apart, my world torn apart, Promises shattered, like a fractured work of art, Why did you choose to break my heart?

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.

She screams in my head. The faster I am cutting myself, the faster I am healing. “You won’t even allow me die? What else do you want from me, haven’t you taken enough and made me miserable enough??” I stagger and land on the ground. The blade in my hand falls away as I cry out. I press my eyes hard as tears continue to flush out.