"I really miss you.." "well you should have thought about that before you left."

What if tomorrow you wake up and notice all my flaws and imperfections, and you don't look at me the same way..

No amount of cuts or scars, no number of meals I've skipped, or how many times I cried myself to sleep could ever explain to you how much pain I've been through.

I know I'm nothing special but, I just hope you won't replace me.

I need someone who won't give up on me, no matter how hard I push them away.

You're worth it. But am I worth it to you?

I might die from the drugs but it sure killed the pain.

How am I supposed to explain something to someone, when I don't even understand it myself?

It's sad when you get hurt so often that you say "It's fine, I'm used to it."

I wonder if the things that remind me of you, remind you of me..