You'll never know how much you just hurt me,
Playing your little games,
Well you'll also see,
I'm not as weak as I seem to be.

I prefered hurting myself than hurting you; you hurt me while watching me drown for you.

Sadness is like a favorite flavor of ice cream. You fall in love with it, not being conscious about the bad calories it has. During winter you forget about it, and life goes on. But when it comes back in mind, all you want to do is have more of it.

Love is love, love is a feeling. A feeling is a feeling, a feeling is uncertainty. Uncertainty is uncertainty, and uncertainty is confusion. Confusion is confusion, and confusion is sadness. Does love=sadness?

Love is the perfect way to say sorry, to say I care and to say I will be there.

They all say they don't understand cutting, and how you could do that to yourself. And I silently said: You'll never understand until you live stuck in it.

Some types of pains never go away. You just learn to forget.

I live to forget.

I am not my past. I am the person created by my past.

I live to forget, I breathe to remember. I slowly die for you, you are alive for her.