Every now and then I fall apart because even the strongest people can feel alone.

Sometimes all there is left to say is "I'm sorry." Too bad it doesn't change anything.

His arm wrapped around her in a playful hug and he pulled away, never knowing that he took her heart with him.. and he never gave it back.

I love him. And I love loving him even though it hurts. And I’m never going to be able to love anyone else – that’s what scares me so much.

I'll never be one of those.. pretty girls...

Let's go back to when we were kids. To when scraping your knee hurt more than anything, your parents could make anything better, friends never broke apart and 'tag' was entertaining. Let's go back to when life made sense.

She cries because she thinks she won't ever be worth it.

It feels like the world is flooded with pain and I am left out at sea, unable to swim and drowning in my misery because I'm not good enough to be saved.

When he asked her why she was crying, she said it was because she could never be someone he would love.

Maybe it was the tears in those eyes or the pain on her face that stopped him from telling her he couldn't love her anymore because of the scars on her arms and the fresh wounds on her skin.