Broken Promises He promised. Mutti finally had to give some sleeping pills so I would stop thinking, stop crying and go to sleep. Music has a power over you. Music is the way to express your emotions. When words cannot express, music can. The same lyrics come to my head, "I'm not leaving you, I'm not leaving you." A remedy for a broken heart That had shattered like glass The jagged tiny pieces began to prick her The stinging, the blood Slowly poured onto the floor The shrieks, the moans The pain she had been through Alas, the sharpest piece had impaled her From behind her back The gasp, the shock The final breathless, "Why?"