BroKEn

Time heal all wounds, but they left out the part where it also destroy all that is beautiful too.

Fear:but you're afraid, of what you'll look like

Me:no, it will be at merry hour, It'll be part of a memory, of something good, something to remember

Fear :no, it won't, it'll be something you'll regret, something that you'll wish you never did, because he'll see through the facade. He'll see the misery in your eyes, the suffering behind your smile, and he will put that in a portrait for you. A representation of your pain, staring back at You,

Its not suppose to be sad, right?

Show me a glimpse of your darkness,

A one sided love bound to break you beyond all imagination.

I'm sad, we go through such extremes to make others happy while we drown in depression.