I miss the way she told me I cross her mind like cherry blossoms... I miss the way she used my nickname... I miss the way she said "I love you"

" See when you say that you love someone you don't call them just so you can argue with them, you call them to say you love them not to hurt them. Love is not just a feeling that you can just joke around with."

When you pretend everything is ok don't you know it kills me inside.
It's not ok. It never will be.

It's funny how the people who you always trusted and loved are the ones who hurt and betray you the most.

You tell me that you're sorry but you always end up hurting me at the end of the day.

Can't sleep nor hide I want to disappear to dissolve into nothingness where no thoughts can reach me and then maybe, just maybe I can be at peace.

Happiness thrown away
again...

One little cut turns to two, then three. Soon you find yourself unable to stop in a desperate attempt to end the pain.

It hurts. Why, you ask? Because you stepped on it, picked it up, ripped it apart, taped it back together and tried to pass it off as a heart.

I'm gone it's too late there's no saving me...but wait, maybe not; maybe I have a hope, a chance to be saved, to live instead of exist....but....that's a big 'maybe' that 'May' never 'Be'...