If we gain happiness, does it matter the amount of suffering? If we face things together, can we attain anything?

Lines are meant to be crossed--
Rules are made to be broken --

The girl who seemed unbreakable-- Broke.
The girl who seemed so strong-- Crumbled.
The girl who always laughed it off -- Cried.
The girl who would never stop trying -- Finally gave up.
The girl who picked her back up. --Her best friend.

I Used To Cry Myself To Sleep Thinking It Was My Only Solution Then I Reminise Thinking That Crying Is Just A Form Of Expression Not an Element That'll Bring Back What I Want.

I'll engrave your name onto a bullet so everyone knows you were the last thing to run through my head...