I have always been a keeper. A keeper who has never been kept. A keeper who belongs to no one and nowhere! Ever wondered, how that would have felt?

Waiting is torment and varies from waiting for sleep in your bed, waiting for your love to return or waiting for the angel of death after losing everything....

After the Hell comes the Swell if you resist suicide.

Depression is a mental jail.

After heartwreck comes a new beginning.

I dont know what is harder.
letting you go or forgiving myself. . .

Sometimes we hurt the people we love , because we dont love ourselves enough. . .

I remember the first time I looked into your eyes, and the love you had for me wasn't there anymore.

It's been a month since you left me, and I miss you every day.

I wish I had never met you because then I wouldn't feel like this