Dance like your life depends on it, enjoy it like it doesnt.

Now my feelings mean nothing at all, as you and I watch me fall.

"My arms are weak, I can't hold on to you any longer"

"my fingers drip with blood no matter how hard i tried i couldnt make it stop."

I tear my heart open. I sew my self shut. My weakness is that i care to much. And our scars remind us that the past is real. I tear my heart open just to feel

I Don't Miss him, I Miss who I thought he was.

Spiteful words hurt your feelings, but ur silence breaks your heart.

Which hurts more?
Thinking you should hate him or knowing that you dont?