They asked me if i missed you.. i closed my eyes and walked away... and wispered "so much".

She pictured her life with him,
late nights laying in bed planning their future together,
waking up in eachothers arms.
until it all came crashing down,
and the lovely theory she made up,
became a sad nightmare.

My pain is written within my eyes, but most people can't stand to look upon my face....

My pillow is what understand me most. It's there to lend me it's shoulder on, who always there to listen and who always wipe my tears.

Have you ever felt like the world is crashing down on you and the only way to escape it is by death?...what are we living for if we are destin to die?..

Dont tell me what is right and wrong untill you understand me..

Don't repeat chapters.. The ending of the story will never change.

Sometimes I Wish You Could Talk To Me Because Of Who I Am..& Not What I Would Do For You.

It's hard to answer the question,
- what's wrong?- when nothings right.

What if i said you never mattered
that i never lost a moment of sleep
what if i crushed all of your dreams
and broke all the promises you swore to keep?
Tell me how your life would be
if i did to you what you did to me.