I promised him I would stop cutting, and I did
Because what I hated most was inside
And he was hurting it just fine without my help



By : FreeMind

What does one do when love is lost?
I have merely stopped existing.
No past, no future
No dreams, no fears
No up, no down
Just a mere straight line,
With no faults, breaks,
or ascensions.
I even crave a plummet,
If need be.
But there’s nothing...
I have flatlined, I am dead.
As what is life without love?
Nothing