You know how you always say,
tomorrow is another day?
Well,
it's not.

"Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them."
~Dion Boucicault

Instead of 'why?', how about 'why not?'.

Just when I think that life is hopeless, you smile at me again.

I wish for a better tomorrow.
I wish for what could've been.
I wish you could see me now.

Sometimes when I stop and think about my life, I feel like I want to cry. But then when you smile at me like that, it gives me hope for tomorrow.

I love you little sister.

Thus perished the last hope I'll ever have.

Never letting go is just another way to make a grudge seem okay.

Why does seeing you smile at her hurt more than seeing you cry?

True safety is only found in the arms of the one you love.