I fear that both of us are thinking the same thing, yet neither have the courage to say it.

I'm tired of hiding the scars on my arm, but I can't let people see the pain I'm going through

There is always something to blame for the things you do yourself...

God, your gonna re open the wound arent u, after i spent so long healing it, all that work for nothing... baq to square one.

Ive realized, and i know it, but it dosent mean it still dosent hurt...you moved on, but i guess the memorys are just to hard to let go...atleast for just right now..

I dont know who to be anymore. i always did what you wanted, what you said. i was your perfect girl, and you still had to cheat on me. im left alone questioning the entire male generation. who am i now? i surly lost all of me, when you moved in. who am i?

Everytime I look at my hands I feel sad because the space between my fingers is right where yours fit perfectly.

Hearts arn't meant to be broken.

Just one question. Did you EVER care about me?

I wonder if I ever cross your mind, 'cause for me, it happens allll the time..