Its not that i want to let go.
But i have to know.

This isnt a qoute just something i was told about The one person i truely love and his ex:

"he told me today he still loved her and doesnt kno why he dumped her."

--I just dont want to care anymore.--

Do you feel satisfied as you watch this tear roll down my face right onto the spot where my heart used to be.

Its all the things you dont say...
That make me want to die.

Hide these cuts.
Hide these scars.
Hide these what ever
They ares.

&& Right now he doesnt know it, But no one will ever make him smile like she did.

Please tell me the cuts on your wrists are fake.
Please tell me the blood on your arms is just paint.

This isnt really a quote its a convo i had with the guy that my poems r about (this is while he has a g/f).(*me)-

Well i liked you didnt i?
*Liked - past tense*
Yea because if i tell you i do, you will get upset
*Yea because i know its a lie*

I regret ever saying that i love you.

Why wont you just leave my dreams?