All I need to know is that I'm something that you're missing.

Consider this a letter that I never sent, however inconsiderate it seems. Do you still consider me the girl you loved, or the girl you learned to live without?

Regardless if my pictures don't line your mirror, I'll still wait for your call.

Tonight, when I lay my head down on the pillow, I'll look over at the beautiful roses you bought me, and I'll remember one last time how you said I was just as beautiful as them.

And maybe I'm just scared to face the things I feel.

I'm standing in front of you, looking you in the eyes, and for the first time in my life, I'm not afraid to let you go.

I bet you never imagined that one day, you'd look around, and I wouldn't be there.

She's the cliche of a teenage tragedy. A band aid on her heart, and a bruise on her arm where she once wore her heart on her sleeve.

Poor little girl, you bleed so pretty

Now you're trying to fix me, but until you came along, I wasn't broken.