this is it.

you could slit my throat and with my last gasping breath i would apologise for bleeding on your clothes.

You remind me of the stars in the sky Because I don’t ever want to stop looking at sky And I don’t ever want to stop looking at you You’ve captivated my mind my heart and my soul the flowers from previous woes have now grown into beautiful roses as beautiful as it seems I’m finding it hard to breathe because reality has hit me and I know I can never call you one word, mine.

there aren’t many things more painful than falling in love with the right person at the wrong time.

He’s not coming back. 
He’s not coming back. 
He’s not coming back.
A mantra in my head
that seems would never end. 
Yet deep within me
there’s still a little hope
that he might come back.

I’m trying not to sound lonely right now, but everything sucks and I just wish you were here.

Smoking reminds me of him and when he convinced me to try just one cigarette. I gave him the world and all he gave me was a smoking addiction. But he still gave it to me and because of that I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to quit because to give up smoking would mean giving up the only thing he ever gave me.

It’s getting bad again, I want to hurt myself so bad.

I’m crying again. This time the kitchen floor; the bathroom floor; the bedroom floor. I wonder how many mornings I will have to wake up with the monster laying next to me (he used to stay under my bed). The monster is everywhere; he won’t let me go outside. He won’t let me smile. The monster tells me he will only leave if I do.

i loved you too much too hard too long too selflessly to have burned like i did

I’m not mad at you for not giving a shit. I’m disgusted with myself for thinking you did.