Almost a whole year has passed since she broke up with me, yet I can replay it in my head like it was yesterday.

Sitting at home, alone.
Waiting, wanting, wishing for someone to reach out to me.
This depression is consuming me.
I hope I make it through.

I need to stop wishing for something I'll never get.

It's almost as if you enjoy watching me go through pain.

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

I 'll be there, but I won 't need you, You 'll want me but I wont want you, You 'll see me but I 'll see right through you.

Soo, since we broke up are we not aloud to talk anymore? Or are you just scared of getting close again?

It seems like, whenever we get too close.. you run.

The feeling inside that tears you apart is from the one outside who broke your heart.

While I know I did you no wrong, please remember me.