"I could fill a thousand pages, telling you how I felt and still you
would not understand. So now I leave without a sound except my heart
shattering as it hits the ground"

The past is full of mistakes,
the present is there for change,
and the future is in the hands of your present.

the choice is yours.

Suicide is just jumping the ship before it sinks.

I don't know how it came to this,
I wasn't meant to break hearts.

I don't think you're leaving. i think you're running. and what i can't figure out is, are you running towards something you want? or are you running away from something you're afraid to want?

Why don't you slip into something a little more comfortable, my dear? Like a coma.

Who knows how long I've loved you, and you know I love you still.
Will I wait a lonely lifetime?
If you want me too I will.

For some reason...I can't figure out which I'm still in love with. You, or the memories.

What if you loved someone? What if you thought they felt the same?
What if you asked them who they loved...and it wasn't your name?

Sometimes when you're in so deep,
its just easier to drown.