I don't want to be hurt. I don't want to be sad. I don't want to sit alone, in the dead silent of the dark night, a blade to my wrist, wondering if maybe this time I might have the courage to press down hard.

After everything, after finally wanting to change and become better, to have a happier life, after trying so damn hard, I still let them get to me. Still let them push me down, deeper than I was before.

Why do you get mad when I don't say 'I love you'? Wouldn't you rather me actually mean it, then for it to just be another empty lie, another broken promise? Why do I have to love you today? Can't we just let it grow?

True strength is being able to hold it together when everyone else would understand if you completely fell apart.

When everything is going good seems to be the times we fight the most.

I asked him "when you say you love me, do you still mean it?"
He didn't have to answer.
I saw the look in his eyes, that told me he never did.

I want to run, just start running and never stop. But no matter how fast I run, your words catch up to me, surrounding me in their dark hatred.

I would like to stay a secret, like walking in the dark. If no one knows you, no on cares, no one breaks your heart.

Why? Why lead me on, then break my heart?

Why is it that you treat me like crap and make me so mad, but then I come running back to you whenever you say you want to die? Maybe it's because I'm the one who made you want to.......?