Oh you don't care? Well I hope you choke and die, sound fair?

You told me once that our fates were entwined, like your hand in mine.

I was always used to being all alone,
Living in a house I couldn't call home.

Watch out for my Umbrella, bitch.

“Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.”

- Kevin Arnold

Here's my heart, lock and key. I love you, so please don't hurt me.

I'm that broken toy in the corner, that doesn't work quite right. The one the child broke without meaning to. The toy left to sit on the shelf watching, but never noticed. Secretly knowing I'll never be fixed.