I cannot speak for everyone, but for me, having faith is just a disappointment

Wait for me, I am worth it, I promise

To get to me, you must love my cold, brown, lonely, disappointed, and once damaged eyes

I rather feel pain from a cut, than feeling the cut you slashed

I once believed in fairy tales, and that one day my prince will come. Now, I feel stupid believing in such nonsense. Not because I grew up, but because he never came.

Remember that feeling of warmth and comfort that he is holding you tightly. What if I don't remember that feeling because it has been so long. And even if I had others holding me the same place you did, it has never been the same again.

Why was it you that took my heart? Is it because no one else would?

I will not allow you to hold me, and if you may do so anyways, please don't let go

Your love is like venom, is spreads throughout time