All you saw was a picture. With a fake smile and fake happiness. But then you came into the picture, you saw what was truly real. Once the picture was taken the smile fell away. Saddness filled my emty eyes. You saw that I was broken and needed help. You looked at me and simply decided to help my broken parts heal. Little by little you then started to help rebuild me. My smile was no longer a lonely picture, but a part of me for all the world to see. Sadly though, after only repairing some of me, you started to tare the new me down. You rebroke me in different parts of my heart and soul. You almost completely destroyed me once, rebuild me agian, only to shatter all the hard work a second time. You are now back to rebuilding, trying to mend the wounds, but is it really worth it? Or will the third time be the charm? Will I soon no longer be able to recover from the devistation some of your words and actions bring me…