You know I don't want you doing that. Yet you do it anyway. You know it'll hurt me. Yet you do it anyway. When I needed you the most. You were not here. Because you were there. And you didn't bother. You didn't care. You have hurt me. BAD. You know it. You choose to ignore it. You tell yourself it's no big deal. That it's justified. That you've done nothing wrong. Well, it is a big deal. Someone's heart is breaking, is bleeding. And that someone is me. Please don't stomp on my heart anymore. Everytime I thought I could believe again, my world comes crashing down once more. And it's because of my stupid love for you. Stupid me. You're killing me. But perhaps I'm killing myself... a knife, through my heart, maybe that'll make me feel better.......

To the anonymous commenter and others who might want to complain about why this site has nothing to do with the band Evanescence...

This is my evanescence... not yours, not Amy Lee's, MINE. I did not say this is a fan site and that I'm going to write about the music group Evanescence. In fact, if you took the time to check out my very first entry, I specifically said that while this is inspired by them, I'm going to write about my "evanescence", which is the act or state of vanishing away (blah blah... the definition in the top of the left column).

You also don't see the group's pictures all over this site, which might be a good indication that this is NOT a fan site. Don't get me wrong... I LOVE Evanescence (the band), I buy their CDs and go to their concerts. But please, before you leave a comment bashing the fact that there's nothing to do with evanescence here, bear in mind that your definition of evanescence may be different from mine. I apologise if you're disappointed for not finding what you're looking for, but I'm not going to apologise for writing what I want to write.