Down this drink and take this knife, sit in a corner and carve away my life

Sometimes we're broken and we don't know why.

Can you please tell me why I can't move on? You hurt me so much, yet I still love you no matter how much it hurts me.

My backs up aqainst a wall, my hands held up hiqh,
ill hold my head up twords the sky.
I said enouqh was enouqh
it was just to much.
I was tired of havinq a voice, and beinq told to hush.

They found her on the bedroom floor, her arms cascadinq red, a note to all her loved ones, of why she was dead. a smile fashioned on her face, alike everysinqle day, she played her script so well, a self tauqht actress she was made. ( from my poem)
.

Every scar has a story to it, but every cut has a reason.

Seeing you is too much pain.. and seeing you with her... makes me want to die..

I'll never understand;;
how one day I can be in your arms and everything be perfect. Then the very next day you are saying goodbye, and walking away.

At first, I thought it hurt bad not to have you;;
but now, i realized it hurts worse to lose you.

And you said;; "you can never love me as much as I love you."
if that's true.. Then why are you the one leaving, and I'm the one still holding on?