I'm forced to sit here holding myself because no one else will

A lonesome figure displayed against the harsh pale contrast, lost somewhere in the darkness of her own fears.

I'll tell you I hate you and turn away, carefully wiping away the tear slowly falling down my cheek.

Words aren't enough to explain what I feel, tears aren't enough to release what is kept inside...

He's the thing you can't get out of your head,
he's the thing you miss the most,
he's the one that was always there,
he's the one thing you C.A.N.T H.A.V.E

"Im sorry" she said, as she hung herself to a gracefull goodnight.

**Thinking of turning this into a poem, your feedback would be great =). Thankyou xx**

How do you move on from someone who meant to world to you and left you high and dry in the time you needed them most?

Why is it so hard to forget someone who left impressions on your heart?

When does it become time to move on?

If I could turn back time and do it all again, I would. Just for one more minute with you.

And I cry, tears of hate, tears of pain, tears of lost love, tears for something I know I’ll never get back.

And I wonder, would you even notice if I wasn't there?