A moment in silence is terrifying, it makes her wonder why. Why those words are still hurting, why those scars are feeling sore. A moment in silence and she is screaming, "I just can't take this anymore."

I'll stamp it on my forehead and I'll carve it on my chest, "I hurt somebody I love" and the guilt will never end.

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.