Think not of the past my friend, concentrate on what makes you happy and only that.

The past is the past, now is not the time to vent our sorrows. We should be happy for today.

We're all living a slow suicide. Doing things we regret that will hurt us, burning us from the inside out.

How did I ever get this broken?

I never meant to fall this far.

All the hate, and all the pain,
All the loss, but where's the gain?

All the lies, and all the fright,
But don't worry darling, it all ends tonight.

My heart is still hurting, but do I dare show it, or let him know it?

Too many thoughts, too many ways to ask the question, too many possible answers I may or may not like.

Love is the slowest form of suicide.

I hurt myself so you can't.