How come it seems like I always end up pushing my closet friends away until I'm left with nothing?

You ask me how I am. I lie. I'm just fine I answer...with tears running down my face...but you can't seem to see them....=[

Will You Save Me? This CAN'T Go On Without Meaning...=[

Why Am I Still Here?

I'll never be completely healed...thanks to you...

They'll never understand...

If you look close enough...you'll be able to see the story behind the tears...

Does it seem funny to you that when you say you're never gonna end up like something...that's how you turn out to be?

You never realize how much you love someone till their gone...By then, it's too late to tell them how you feel...

I want my old Hayden back. The one that would stand by my locker and yell at me to hurry up. The one that would come over to my house and play soccer or something. The one that would sit with me and talk about nothin...I want him back. I miss him