Looking through her broken heart she finds a missing piece. She looks to the floor and sees the missing piece, laying on the ground broken like glass, blood dripping out like a leaky faucet, but faster and more rapid then it has ever bled before. She picks up the pieces and tries her best to put it back together...Her heart has been broken and torn so many times, stiched and patched with different and indifferent designs. She caresses her broken heart in her hands as tears come streaming down her face faster then ever. She looks into the broken pieces and sees the memories she once loved but now just a hurtful memory of the past, a hurtful memory of the past that will haunt her forever.