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

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.