It's funny how things work... the moment I actually start to care about this new girl, she stops caring about me.

The worst thing about a broken heart is that the only person that can fix it, won't.

A million emotions running through my head
No light at the end of the tunnel
Loneliness, sadness, depression
I can rest now

I'm tired of hiding the scars on my arm, but I can't let people see the pain I'm going through

I fear that both of us are thinking the same thing, yet neither have the courage to say it.

Sitting at home, alone.
Waiting, wanting, wishing for someone to reach out to me.
This depression is consuming me.
I hope I make it through.

I'm dying inside, but no one can see it but me.

Almost a whole year has passed since she broke up with me, yet I can replay it in my head like it was yesterday.

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