Painful

When I first met you, you were just there. I didn't think anything special, simply because my
mind was elsewhere. I had been beaten emotionally from the actions of someone else. My soul broken,
shattered in pieces like crystal vases falling from a shelf. Every piece of me lost because I didn't love myself.
I was a sad little boy with a big heart shrunk to crumb size and a soul filled with anger. So when you crossed
my path, I hid away from you behind a personna of dumb pride and my love had been anchored.

Ashamed to say it, but I had become something, I swore not to be.

It's true, I broke you down, insulted you, and made you cry, but still you grew love for me,
and that I don't know why.

This feeling I'm feeling, is a crushing one. these tears haven't stopped falling since they've begun,
These mistakes weigh down on me like a ton, but if I get loose, I don't know if I'm strong enough to run.
I want to cry and scream out, but I'm forced to swallow the pain, I'm headed towards my last
choice, which is to erase you from my brain.

NOT FINISHED BECAUSE I JUST COULDN'T WRITE ANYMORE.