Every time I go back to her, I'm counting down the days till she breaks my heart again.

Why couldn't I have realized this before I got attached; that you might not be right for me.

The promise she made; I didn't believe it, but it still hurt like hell when she broke it.

Someday "sorry" won't be good enough, someday I won't come back.

The cut on my skin is real, unlike the love she had for me.

After all the times of being there for you 24/7,
After all the love letters I've sent you,
After all the times I accepted your apologies,
After all this time, you're forgetting about me.

I need to make myself happy, because I can't rely on you to do it for me.

She MEANT so much to me, and for that I hate her.

I feel like I have died inside, and only the ghost of a happy "me" remains.