Sometimes I sit and watch the ink leak from my pen. It comforts me to know something else bleeds the way I do.

Sometimes all u can do is smile and walk away, hold your tears back and pretend like everything's okay

I close my eyes, wishing I'm fine...even though I'm not this time

It was my great fortune to find her, just as it is my own personal hell to have lost her. Somehow I shall carry on living as she expected me to.