You know what hurts the most of all? To feel your heart being ripped with stone. Torn apart with little feeling or regret. Tossed aside making you want to forget. Scar tissue, forever leaves marks upon your dented soul, and you're left feeling empty; the whole world's against you, making you lose all sense of control. Hurtful memories, infest the mind, not only the bad but also the highs, making you realise what you have lost, and what you're scared to let go of. Thinking that life will never get better. Clinging on to that string of hope. Wanting to let go and to see where you end, knowing that you can't cope. They took part of you with them, that can't be replaced. Your one dream shattered in an instant. Who can revitalise and bring it to life? No one... because it's died, like me.