I know haven't come around in a very long time. I was dying, of course, but then we all were. Everyday, in perfect increments. I was dying of loss. The only help for my condition is that I refused to let go of what I loved. I wrote everything down. At first in choppy fragments; a sentence here, a few words there. It was the most I could stand at the time. Later I wrote more. My grief muffled but not eased by the passage of time. When I go back over my reading now I can barely read it. The happiness is the worst. Some days I can't bring myself to remember. But I will not relinquish a single detail of the past.
Why its always like she always tries to hide
what it is she feels and whats on her mind
when it comes to love she gets so afraid
that someone will come and hurt her again someday =/
12 years ago
Sad is knowing you love someone
And losing them to reality
Sad is not knowing you love someone
Until reality takes them away
13 years ago
I've been watching your world from afar; I've been trying to be where you are. I've been secretly falling apart. Unseen. To me you're strange and you're beautiful. You would be so perfect with me. But you just can't see.