Misery is wat you get,
for treating me like crap,
since we first met.

I wish i can put my finger through my throat.
& throw up all the feelings you've made me soak.

Inhale, "I'm alive, and I'll be okay with out you." Exhale, and repeat.

Inside, I'm screaming.

I was so stupid for letting you fill the spaces, between my hands and my diary pages.

Is there a way to make this go away? I don't think we're going to be okay..

I can't destroy what isn't there.

A Heart Can Only Take So Much Pain Before It Turns On You.

There's a very thin line between love&hate.

You hold on to the the ones you love or they may just slip into someone's else's arms haha I mean