I just need this pain to end right here.

I lost my temper, I wish I didn't. I just wish I wasn't here, wasn't breathing, wasn't alive, buried six feet under, dead, unmoved, not listening, in hell, burning...

Yeah, I just wish.

Telling you won't make me feel any better. It just makes things even harder.

Sometimes I wonder, would it have ended differently if I chose another story?

You've never been here from the start; all these while I was nursing a broken heart.

I cannot speak this things I want to say. I never want to explain them anyway.

So is everyone else.

I shall wipe away your tears tonight, and the stars will shine so bright.
And I shall find your lost smile again, if you ever feel lost inside.
Don't give up, becoz you are loved.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I never meant to do any of this, but I always get caught up in it. I'm sorry. I really am. Please forgive me.

The feelings, frustration, whatever...They still remain, but I won't let my emotions get the better of me. Becoz I'm so much more than that.