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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

That feeling you get in your stomach when your heart's broken, it's like all the butterflies just died.