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We parted on such bad terms, but I have healed into a better person since you left. Which is a shame you can't meet me for the first time now. I think you would have liked her better.

"Our paths brush against each other on occasion, but it's not in our favor to cross."

"I think the worst part about being able to recognize depression is that when it hits, you know what it is, but you don't have the energy to do anything about it."

"I let your words drip off my skin like unwanted rain. And for the first time in my life I realized you couldn't hurt me anymore. That's all of you that was left. Words."

"I hate that when I sit outside in the cold till it hurts I feel like I deserve it. I didn't used to. When it got cold and my fingertips went numb I would go inside to warm up my limbs and my aching heart. Now, I just sit here and tell myself I enjoy it."

"I had always thought I wanted to be alone. And yet most of my dreams consisted of someone else. I had you for a short while, and I just wish I could express to you what that meant to me. Instead I'm too busy wishing and praying it can happen again, either with you or someone else, because I have since learned I really should never be alone. I can barely survive my thoughts."

"I never truly realized how much you hurt me until the day I realized the one place I was supposed to be safe, home, was now the setting of my nightmares."

I had just gotten my feet planted. But of course, it took the split second before everything fell did I realize you had already caved out the ground I was standing on.

"Life has become so ordinary. The cycles of awake and asleep change regularly, unless I forget to do one in place of the other. The colors have dimmed and rather than living it feels like I'm just existing."

She never thought she would have to face the moment when the sound of her own heartbeat left her terrified rather than calm. The pulsating in her ears only seemed to echo the emptiness that used to be the sounds of the world around her. It had been speculated that deafening silence could drive you mad. Her only remaining thought was that she wouldn’t have to live long enough to find out.

I honestly thought I was doing better. Things could be okay. That one split second, one glimmer of your face, sent my heart beating faster than it had in a while. And yet again, you left. Left me wanting to scream, to cry, to bury myself in what was left of my heart. So yeah, I guess I'm not over you yet.

I'm tired of surviving. There was a time where I was living, even though there was pain. I want that time back again.

I was convinced that no one would ever care for me in that way. When it happened, I couldn't believe it. A small part of me tells me I was right after it ended. It was a miracle it happened, and I don't think it will ever happen again.

"It is only when I'm surrounded by people that I feel alone dreaming of how it used to be. My heart yearns for past happiness. Time is supposed to heal all wounds, but it just seems so impossibly long."

He claimed he was protecting me. What he didn't know was by leaving he threw me back into hell, only this time, without my life boat.