Brokenheart

Day by day, seeing the world, I am convinced we are all living in hell and are not really living.

Love is the biggest blessing and sometimes the biggest curse.

You are the only thing in this world I have found that is worthy.

Love someone much older, and you will realise why they are single at that age.

You are a lesson I never wished to learn, written in a language of scars and bruises.

Your smile reminds me of blood drying on marble.

I sincerely hope you own a perfume strong enough to mask the stench of your rotting soul-less heart.

It feels like choking when you realise that for some people you were just a timepass, not even the timepass, they looked forward to.

It's the same rain I loved, that drowned me.

How can some love you so much and not love you at the same time.

That moment when you realised it wasn't one-sided.

The burning hope that they will message you one day..........

Public disrespect and private apologises don't go together.

Every time I enter a room full of people, I hope to see you in there.

How easily she got him without any efforts?