Dear Heart,
Your job is to pump blood through my body, NOT to get caught up in every little emotion and destroy yourself.

Some people pray, I cut myself.

The lump in my throat won't go away. Every time I hear your name the tears threaten to protrude. The nightmares won't go away either. I can't say I don't miss you, because that would be a lie. What's wrong with me?

Every action has an equal and opposite reaction'. In my case its twice the reaction and thrice the damage.

I just wish everything would go back to the way it was.

Relapse after relapse

We need to partway our differences to clearly seeing signs of unhappiness drained us apart.

Apologies aren't going to define in silent, it's like redoing the paint repeatedly to sell. Apparently, you're not sold.

Don't prove to fix pain over and over thinking will fade, but never in a moment can stop feeling the way is felt.

When you remain silent.. I feel suffocated...