And the cut heals, the scars fade but the pain remains. The tears freeze upon her face as she looks down at her wrists, it wasn't post to end like.

Everyone is telling me to hang in there. But you can only hang for so long before you choke.

Love never dies a natural death, it dies because we do not know how to replensih it\'s source. It dies of blindness and errors, of betrayals. It dies of illness, of wounds, it dies of withering, of tarnishing.