You know, I always think I've hit the bottom, only to realize that when I look back a few monthes from now, they are fond memories compared to how low things have become.

Love is the illusion all of us play to pretend we aren't really lonely.

You can’t fool me, because I may be listening to what you say, but I’m hearing what you don’t.

You write all these pretty words, but I’m crying over you and thinking that maybe it doesn’t matter because life isn’t a poem...

I’m bleeding now, on my bathroom floor, looking at your picture with regret, I realize I’ve never felt like this before.

I’m too tired to care anymore. I’m drowning in my own train wreck mind and there’s no room for you. I miss your smile but I’m not asking anything of you because I’ve got nothing left to give back.

When I cry,
It's not so you pity me.
When I scream,
It's not all so you'll hear me.
I don't want your pity.
I just need someone to {{understand}} me.

It's so hard to stand with the world falling down.

Silly girl,
If your tears were real,
you wouldn't be crying them in front of me.

It’s funny how it always ends in fights, laced with screams, but begins with love, laced in dreams.