When I dream the dreams I do,
All I can see is you.
Don't tell me that it's true,
Am I really in love with you?

I cannot help but wonder why,
It's always easier for you to walk away then to try.
I cannot help but ponder over each thought,
As though it'll change everything even the times we fought....

In life the hardest lessons are learnt when someone close to you hurts you and acts as though it was just a simple mistake. Even simple mistakes are deadly sometimes....

I always thought that being a cutter was a weak and easy way of escape.
But now I understand that it's just a way to escape the pain inside. It's a few minutes where your mind can shift to exterior pain.. And you know what it does feel nice.

I don't need you to be there for me,
I don't give a damn.
I used to think that you were different,
But now I realize that I'm just not the same....

If I had a rose for every time I thought of you I'd be walking in a garden...

"Let forgiveness wash away the seeds of pain planted by your very hands"

"She used to write the most beautiful things - words painted so delicately wrapped innocently between heart wrenching pain" - was it all just a phase?

It's not everyday that I would open my heart,
It's not everyday that I get to tell you how I really feel,
Or how much value you've added to my life,
But all I hope is that I'll get a chance to say this to you every single day...

It's not like I even mattered,
So why should you care?
I really wish I had never gotten so close to you,
Never tried so hard to help you,
Never sacrificed all that I did...
All you ever gave me were tears...