some broken things are meant to be repaired. and some are not. for example, when you break a dish, it’s best to just throw it away. it serves no purpose anymore. on the other hand, when you break a heart, well, i thought i was going to say that it should be repaired. but actually, it shouldn’t be. gluing the pieces back together isn’t the same as keeping it whole in the first place.
I hate to sound like a broken record, but when are you going to clean this pig sty you call a room? I’ve been after you for days and days to get this done. I’m tired of you grunting at me in response. Get it done. Get it done today. If I have to come back in here again, I’m throwing everything away that isn’t put away. Do I make myself clear?
I looked down on the broken doll. The beautiful, poor thing was shattered in my hands. I closed my eyes, and silently cursed at you. Why? You were the one who had given me the doll, telling me it was a symbol of my beauty. Has our love really been broken?
i was broken. my leg, my rib maybe ribS i didn’t know. all i knew is that it hurt it hurt horribly. the car. it had come out of no where. i don’t even know it just hit me and now, there is a light i see it. its wonderful may i touch it?
Looking back, when I thought I had a broken heart, I don’t think I really did. I think it was more of a confusion…what to do now? I think that my one relationship was definitely a learning experience…even if it didn’t make it to two months. I learned that I would rather be single than bored.
The glass is broken, along with my heart, As my eyes bleed through tears of sorrow, the brokenness of my family and friends adds up to my despair. The work broken rings out in my mind, causing my ears to be full of such sadness. You have stolen my heart and broke it into pieces. Broken doesn’t describe it, shattered is more like it.
thats wat it is. its broken. never thought i’d admit it but it is. its hurting me and i cant seem to mend it back. only you can do that. but im confused do i want you to or not. sometimes i dont cuz i know how much of a jerk you can be. and there is always the other one. you broke me.
I know only my friends,but not my enemies or friends. Its amazing how I met you & you,yourself. You amaze me with your greatness & I’m only myself. It’s amazing how you know yourself, but I’m new to this world, So I don’t know what I’m capable of.
So I find myself here again, the place I once enjoyed so much, the town I knew as home, and everything is broken. The people I knew have changed, their faces and enthusiasm faded. Their frustration at this place is grown, and it makes my heart sink.
This lamp was broken. I broke it when I was little. My brother and I were playing tag around it, and he bumped into it. It fell over with a deafening crash. Stained glass pieces were everywhere, and my mother screamed. Priceless. Broken.
Hmm… all I can think of immediately is “broken heart” but that’s so damn cliche. Then there’s glass… also a bit of a cliche, I guess. We could combine the two for “glass heart,” there’s a winner.
–Such a cynic!
What can I say.
Augh now I’m thinking and not writing. Typing.
TYPE TYPE T–
Done.
the shovel was broken, and she would likely know why. Not the weight of the snow or the poorly-made quality. No, it was broken when he lost his temper, when he taught the shovel a lesson for being difficult, for not having the snow fall easily from its grasp.
She will know that he endured the torment once, twice, and then, after the third time, he slammed it against newly revealed pavement and ensured it would never cross him again.
Being broken is an experience that could help you later on in life. You can derive strength out of it. It will surely make you stronger. Eventually, a person who was broken can become a better person i life later on.
broken into so many pieces, so many thoughts strayed away form the true course, so many hearts that have stopped beating ; broken ; nothing to do with the truth, nothing to say but the lies, broken lullabies, broken minds.
everything, but nothing
it i dont know whats broken anymore
i try to hide it
maybe all to well
for this life is unbroken
yet it seems so unfair
what do you do
what do you say?
help me find the truth
I had a computer for a long period of time before it was broken. the thing about things being broken is that when you buy things, like my new computer you hope it’ll last as long as it can and try to deny the fact that it might ever be…broken
i’ve been broken so many times. by so many people, but i’ve never truly shattered. my heart has been broken and my faith has been broken but it has never completely broken me completely. my ex boyfriend and exbestfriend is broken, but i still pray god will fix him. god will heal everything that has been broken. he heals hearts he’s healed mine. broken
Broken. A word used to describe a toy that no longer works, a car whose engine stopped working, and someone’s heart that has been severely hurt. Sometimes you can’t mend the things that are broken.
Yes, the plate was shattered. Torn to pieces and lying angrily on the cold floor. Trust is not like a broken plate. I lied to you. The trust is broken, yes, but it is not a simple jigsaw puzzle that you can glue back together and fix like the plate. The trust is gone. Broken forever. You have broken my heart, left me in this estranged dust-land. You can never fix this.
It was broken. I could see that it was broken yet i could not see how the fire poker could possibly have jsut snapped in two on its own.
I frowned as i looked around for some sign of a fight, yet there was none, only the broken poker laying on the floor as though it hadbeen carelessly dropped there.
That’s what it came down to, really. He would have to steal back the broken case, hoping all the while that when he had a chance to open it there would still be inside the necessary piece. If that wasn’t what was there, or if it was gone, he knew the day would be his last.
Sometimes I feel broken. I feel like no one likes me because I’m so faulty and I’m not special as I was when we became friends. We were so tight last year and then you ditched me for them. I don’t even know why. You honestly broke my heart and break it every time we hang out and then you leave me. I’m broken to you.
If I am broken, who did it? It’s not some sort of who dunnit case, it’s a simple matter of facts. I liked you, you didn’t like me, we all made this clear. I made it clear. You made it clear. He made it clear. So if you knew I liked you, why did we tiptoe around it? Why am I the one who is forced to tell you everything? Why did I have to be the brave one? Do you think it would have hurt less for you to just tell me last week, when this all started? Why am I the one left with all the questions?
Why do I not even care that you don’t like me?
Why do I still like you?
Rather like the girl beside it, nursing broken wings of her heart.
It wouldn’t fly anymore. It refused to. It was broken once, and it’d never be the same again. It was like looking at something, but never being able to feel again.
Alls broken, there are no more of them in the house. What am I to do with the pieces? Who can I share this with? This is my life here, after all. What more can I do?
The glass was shattered all over the ground when Jason got back to his car after the doctor’s appointment. He thought how unfortunate to have a broken arm and a broken window. He couldn’t decide which was worse. He decided it was his broken heart.
Broken is bad and stuffed animals are usually the thing I imagine when I think of broken because I always see these little stuffed animals with bandages on and stitched mouths. Sometimes their eyes are gone. I also think of other toys that are demented. Like a jack in a box.
I’ve been broken so many times before. I always pick up the pieces to put myself back together. But even if I find all the pieces (which I normally don’t), I’m still shattered. I am not the girl I used to be and no matter how I try to put myself back together… even with the strongest glue possible, I’m never going to be the same.
ohhh nice word today. Many things can be broken, even if they weren’t whole in the first place. This world we live in….so very broken. I hate it when things get broken, but it is inevitable.
My heartwas broken once I realized all that had been done for this dear lady would not be enough to change her quality of life. Her remaining years would be as miserable as her last.
Glass, electrical appliances, hearts. You wouldn’t think they have anything in common, but they do. They can all be broken. Slight cracks or smashed to smithereens on the floor. Sharp edges remaining.
broken. if something is not broken then don’t bother fixing it… words of a lazy person. break something so you can find out how to put it back together. then you can fix it too and improve upon it!!! i don’t get the person who first said that lazy phrase.
some broken things are meant to be repaired. and some are not. for example, when you break a dish, it’s best to just throw it away. it serves no purpose anymore. on the other hand, when you break a heart, well, i thought i was going to say that it should be repaired. but actually, it shouldn’t be. gluing the pieces back together isn’t the same as keeping it whole in the first place.
I hate to sound like a broken record, but when are you going to clean this pig sty you call a room? I’ve been after you for days and days to get this done. I’m tired of you grunting at me in response. Get it done. Get it done today. If I have to come back in here again, I’m throwing everything away that isn’t put away. Do I make myself clear?
I looked down on the broken doll. The beautiful, poor thing was shattered in my hands. I closed my eyes, and silently cursed at you. Why? You were the one who had given me the doll, telling me it was a symbol of my beauty. Has our love really been broken?
i was broken. my leg, my rib maybe ribS i didn’t know. all i knew is that it hurt it hurt horribly. the car. it had come out of no where. i don’t even know it just hit me and now, there is a light i see it. its wonderful may i touch it?
Looking back, when I thought I had a broken heart, I don’t think I really did. I think it was more of a confusion…what to do now? I think that my one relationship was definitely a learning experience…even if it didn’t make it to two months. I learned that I would rather be single than bored.
The glass is broken, along with my heart, As my eyes bleed through tears of sorrow, the brokenness of my family and friends adds up to my despair. The work broken rings out in my mind, causing my ears to be full of such sadness. You have stolen my heart and broke it into pieces. Broken doesn’t describe it, shattered is more like it.
thats wat it is. its broken. never thought i’d admit it but it is. its hurting me and i cant seem to mend it back. only you can do that. but im confused do i want you to or not. sometimes i dont cuz i know how much of a jerk you can be. and there is always the other one. you broke me.
I know only my friends,but not my enemies or friends. Its amazing how I met you & you,yourself. You amaze me with your greatness & I’m only myself. It’s amazing how you know yourself, but I’m new to this world, So I don’t know what I’m capable of.
hello, what is your name? Are you a computer?
So I find myself here again, the place I once enjoyed so much, the town I knew as home, and everything is broken. The people I knew have changed, their faces and enthusiasm faded. Their frustration at this place is grown, and it makes my heart sink.
I have been broken many a time, but never in so many pieces as by you.
You ripped it, and sat on it, and otherwise demeaned my heart until it simply doesn’t care anymore.
I just want to know if you did it on purpose, or if you are just as stupid as you are ugly.
This lamp was broken. I broke it when I was little. My brother and I were playing tag around it, and he bumped into it. It fell over with a deafening crash. Stained glass pieces were everywhere, and my mother screamed. Priceless. Broken.
Hmm… all I can think of immediately is “broken heart” but that’s so damn cliche. Then there’s glass… also a bit of a cliche, I guess. We could combine the two for “glass heart,” there’s a winner.
–Such a cynic!
What can I say.
Augh now I’m thinking and not writing. Typing.
TYPE TYPE T–
Done.
the shovel was broken, and she would likely know why. Not the weight of the snow or the poorly-made quality. No, it was broken when he lost his temper, when he taught the shovel a lesson for being difficult, for not having the snow fall easily from its grasp.
She will know that he endured the torment once, twice, and then, after the third time, he slammed it against newly revealed pavement and ensured it would never cross him again.
Being broken is an experience that could help you later on in life. You can derive strength out of it. It will surely make you stronger. Eventually, a person who was broken can become a better person i life later on.
broken into so many pieces, so many thoughts strayed away form the true course, so many hearts that have stopped beating ; broken ; nothing to do with the truth, nothing to say but the lies, broken lullabies, broken minds.
everything, but nothing
it i dont know whats broken anymore
i try to hide it
maybe all to well
for this life is unbroken
yet it seems so unfair
what do you do
what do you say?
help me find the truth
I had a computer for a long period of time before it was broken. the thing about things being broken is that when you buy things, like my new computer you hope it’ll last as long as it can and try to deny the fact that it might ever be…broken
i’ve been broken so many times. by so many people, but i’ve never truly shattered. my heart has been broken and my faith has been broken but it has never completely broken me completely. my ex boyfriend and exbestfriend is broken, but i still pray god will fix him. god will heal everything that has been broken. he heals hearts he’s healed mine. broken
Broken. A word used to describe a toy that no longer works, a car whose engine stopped working, and someone’s heart that has been severely hurt. Sometimes you can’t mend the things that are broken.
Yes, the plate was shattered. Torn to pieces and lying angrily on the cold floor. Trust is not like a broken plate. I lied to you. The trust is broken, yes, but it is not a simple jigsaw puzzle that you can glue back together and fix like the plate. The trust is gone. Broken forever. You have broken my heart, left me in this estranged dust-land. You can never fix this.
It was broken. I could see that it was broken yet i could not see how the fire poker could possibly have jsut snapped in two on its own.
I frowned as i looked around for some sign of a fight, yet there was none, only the broken poker laying on the floor as though it hadbeen carelessly dropped there.
That’s what it came down to, really. He would have to steal back the broken case, hoping all the while that when he had a chance to open it there would still be inside the necessary piece. If that wasn’t what was there, or if it was gone, he knew the day would be his last.
cracked
smashed
window
heart
peices
scrings
love
glass
fixed
Sometimes I feel broken. I feel like no one likes me because I’m so faulty and I’m not special as I was when we became friends. We were so tight last year and then you ditched me for them. I don’t even know why. You honestly broke my heart and break it every time we hang out and then you leave me. I’m broken to you.
If I am broken, who did it? It’s not some sort of who dunnit case, it’s a simple matter of facts. I liked you, you didn’t like me, we all made this clear. I made it clear. You made it clear. He made it clear. So if you knew I liked you, why did we tiptoe around it? Why am I the one who is forced to tell you everything? Why did I have to be the brave one? Do you think it would have hurt less for you to just tell me last week, when this all started? Why am I the one left with all the questions?
Why do I not even care that you don’t like me?
Why do I still like you?
broken dreams…, i wish that finally my wishes come true…
Its wings were broken.
The little bird couldn’t fly anymore.
Rather like the girl beside it, nursing broken wings of her heart.
It wouldn’t fly anymore. It refused to. It was broken once, and it’d never be the same again. It was like looking at something, but never being able to feel again.
The word is broken and there is nothing you can do to repair it. Language has nothing to offer but separation.
my chair is broken. don’t know how to fix it. life sucks. could use it creatively as a library. think different.
Alls broken, there are no more of them in the house. What am I to do with the pieces? Who can I share this with? This is my life here, after all. What more can I do?
The glass was shattered all over the ground when Jason got back to his car after the doctor’s appointment. He thought how unfortunate to have a broken arm and a broken window. He couldn’t decide which was worse. He decided it was his broken heart.
Broken is bad and stuffed animals are usually the thing I imagine when I think of broken because I always see these little stuffed animals with bandages on and stitched mouths. Sometimes their eyes are gone. I also think of other toys that are demented. Like a jack in a box.
I’ve been broken so many times before. I always pick up the pieces to put myself back together. But even if I find all the pieces (which I normally don’t), I’m still shattered. I am not the girl I used to be and no matter how I try to put myself back together… even with the strongest glue possible, I’m never going to be the same.
ohhh nice word today. Many things can be broken, even if they weren’t whole in the first place. This world we live in….so very broken. I hate it when things get broken, but it is inevitable.
the broken glass, the broken tv, the broken golden heart locket… it was all a sign of the hearts being broken in two.
my heart it hurts
my face, a facade.
you hurt me you broke me
you bastard.
you savior.
i know better now
so do i think you?
or do i say
that you are the evil
the reason for me my pain
or the reason for my gain
you gave me awareness
by breaking my heart
i am not the same
this is not where i chose to start
you bastard, you savior.
what can i say?
you broke me completely, completely today.
My heartwas broken once I realized all that had been done for this dear lady would not be enough to change her quality of life. Her remaining years would be as miserable as her last.
Glass, electrical appliances, hearts. You wouldn’t think they have anything in common, but they do. They can all be broken. Slight cracks or smashed to smithereens on the floor. Sharp edges remaining.
broken. if something is not broken then don’t bother fixing it… words of a lazy person. break something so you can find out how to put it back together. then you can fix it too and improve upon it!!! i don’t get the person who first said that lazy phrase.