Every Day I'm Dying Inside

I never use to be a depressed freak. I never use to doodle wounded heart, until you destroyed me, I feel broke, a brace covers me because we're still friends, but I'll never heal the same. I love you, I love you so much it hurts, and I can't stop wishing I hadn't been so stupid when we were dating. I don't mean to cry, but sometimes I miss you so much.

People think that only thing that's bothering me is how I miss dating you, but that's not just it, I also miss that hope that was a part of me within my heart, almost as much as me as you are a part of me. All that hope that one day you'd love me too, and we'd have a good chance (which we didn't, because we didn't try hard enough), and all those things I dreamed about with you would come true. I would have my first real kiss, that wasn't a dare, or being stupid, because you were the first guy I ever wanted to kiss.

I hate this.

I never used to cry at night, or wish to turn back the clock this much before.

Love hurts, but this doesn't just hurt, it kills. Every day I'm dying inside!