The only way to describe how i feel is to die

I think some of us are born to commit suicide to teach others to keep living

He chose her and not me because he thought she'd never hurt him. She's gone and he's destoryed and I don't care

Relationships are like war. When your heart gets broken you are a wounded soldier. It will heal but there will always be a scar to remind you of that day in the battlefield

I know there are people who care about me. It's just they just relieazed what was wrong and its too late...i'm gone

I don't know who I am anymore. I don't know if i want to end it all or really just want to be saved

You told me I was the only one you want. But when you thought i wasn't listen I heard you say the same thing to her.

Why am I the one who always get broken?

Is it okay not to know who I am anymore?

I told myself i had moved on from him, but when i saw he was in a relationship there were no words to describe the pain i felt