"Its going to be ok, Everything takes time." How is it that everyone believes this but her? That is simple of course. But yet so hard to understand, that she only wants one person to hold her hand. When she falls asleep she doesnt count sheep, she only counts how many times they have kissed. She will now visualize every park they went to. Spit on the ground and cry like its been forever. She will hate every song he played her and every song she sang too. The butterflies on her belly yell "i hate you". Her warm cheeks, that were once kissed, turn cold. Her soft hands, that were once held, are lonely. She used to hug him, now she hugs memories, the pillow and sheets. With all this, she whispers in her sleep, "its going to be ok, everything takes time." If only she believed it and didn't end her life.