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i choose myself because you refused to.

you dont want to let go of me when you dont even know how to keep me.

no medicine i could give you, would be strong enough to save you from yourself.

i hope the only time you compare yourself to someone else is when you ask yourself how would you feel if you were them.

as i get scared that i might lose someone again, i also get scared that i might lose myself in the process, again..

I was right, you did speak a language I wasn’t wise enough to understand.

oh no one could tell..

ㅡ hoping youre brave enough to grab your own wrists if you beat yourself up, and whisper in your own ear, stop.

would you have gone in for the person you thought I am?

battle scars in war stories.

Its ironic how she loves watching the sunset yet cries in every ending she gets. Maybe thats the thing about human and pain, we see the beauty of it when its infront of us, not when its in us.

theres more to me than what you see and feel and im not sure youd like the rest. I know that sometimes, i dont like the rest.

But i crumble completely when you cry.. it seems like once again you had to greet me with goodbyes.