I die a bit more inside everytime I see you take her hand.

I'm tired of pretending I'm happy for you, when in reality, you being with her, is killing me.

I know I'm not worth it.

So why do I even try?

I would rather die on my feet than live on my knees.

Hold your head high gorgeous, there are people who would KILL to see you fall.

I'm not living, just merely exsisting, trying as hard as I can not to die in this world full of lies. Each day I hesitate, fearful that if I give you my trust, you will break me.

It hurts when I breathe, because every breath I take proves that I can live without you.

I wish for once that you missed me half as much as I miss you

You don't want to die. Really. You want your problems to end and your troubles to go away but you can't think of any other solution. Death is not a solution. It is giving into the pressure that is depression.

...The sadness that's killing me inside is real. It's no fake and it's not made up. If you cant see that then i guess your blind....