Relationships are overrated, including the b**ches involved. Women are a holes, fact.

My happy self is locked in a mirror, waiting to break free or unlock, I want to break the unbreakable glass, but I don't have the strength to break it. I need to find my key, to truely be myself.

The monster in my head is telling me to end it all, while my heart is telling me to stay for the ones I love... Which one stood I choose?

If you really loved me, you would grab the gun from my hand, and pull the trigger for me, to end my suffering.

Everyone is always looking to the future, while I'm always looking back at the past.

How come if you say that you can talk to me about anything, you turn away from me when I share with you my most darkest secret?

Just breathe, my dear. Don't let yesterday's sorrows affect tomorrow's happiness.

Every time I see him I can't help but feel betrayed all over again.

I hope you get hurt the same way you hurt me.

I can handle the hurt from anyone else. Just not her.