If you could only see how I'm suffering down here. You said you'd watch over me. You want me to live my life. But baby you were my life, now you're gone. I may be living, but I'm already dead.

It's not that I'm afraid to lose you,
I'm more afraid to hold onto you, and be hurt again.

If I asked you to jump, you'd ask how high.
If I asked you to scream, you'd ask how loud.
If I asked you to come back... well, you'd just turn the other way again.

Which is better broken, promises or hearts?

Some girls have it.
They have talent.
They steal hearts.
They have Beauty.
They are Art.

Girls like me have razors, pain and tears.
Held back by all our darkest fears.

I want to scream at you for what you done to me, then die afterwards so I won't have to live to regret it. </3

The simplest things you say, shatter me completely. </3

"Love is the slowest form of suicide"

Its funny how someone can break your heart, and you still love them with all the little pieces

"When somebody puts a nail in your heart, it feel good, because of the love, but once, that-someone remove it, your heart starts to bleed, but the only way to cover that hole is by another nail."