My ability to screw things up just gets better and better..

For once I wish you could just see me when I am falling apart...

Why is it you can stand so tall and be so perfectly fine, when I am barley making it to my knees? Do you miss me at all?

That broken girl is still a part of me; and every once in a while she is gonna pop in and say hello... And everytime I am gonna grit my teeth and ignore her.

Dear heart... For once in my life can you just forget you are broken and let me be happy

It doesn't matter how many times you pave the goddamn road, underneath its still broken.

I've moved on? Yes. I am happy with him? Yes. Have I forgotten you? Not a chance in hell. Do I miss you? More then I should...

For once in my life, I just want to matter to you...

He's everything I want. He's Funny, sweet, careing, loveable, and overal amazing. He cares about me... But you've messed me up so bad, I'm terrified of him.

I'm getting used to you coming and going as you please. But just because I don't show you that it bothers me doesn't mean I'm okay with it. As soon as my bedroom door closes at night, my broken heart shatters again, and I lose it...