Day by day my heart collects dust, as my love for you begins to rust.

ITS EASIER TO DIE THAN TO LIVE FOR SOMEONE. BECAUSE LIVING IS MUCH MORE MEANINGFUL. IT SHOWS HOW MUCH YOU WANT TO BE THERE FOR SOMEONE. NOT HOW MUCH YOU NEED THEM. I THINK LIVING IS MORE OF A SACRIFICE THAN DYING.

LET GO, AND LET LOVE BREAK WHAT IT MADE.

The pain you gave me is worth 1,000 poems.