Five hours ago I cried. Inside my own home I let my heart be torn. The jagged edges of broken hope tore into my heart. As I sat there, broken and used, I knew I could not put a stop to it again. I wondered why I keep allowing myself to be used and abused. Weakness follows me, clings to me. I can not shake it off. In any part of my life, not even the parts that matter the most. My heart. My soul. Chalk this up to a broken girl looking for love from any place it may be. Even in the place she knows are false.