At first my tears made me even more sad
because in that moment I knew it was the beginning of the end.
Then my tears made me feel numb
because all I could do is cry.
Now my tears make me angry
because no matter how many fall from my eyes
I'll never get you back.

I would develop a drinking problem if I knew the solution would be at the bottom of every bottle.
But each chug would be another reminder that my life has gotten to the point of having to get ******* drunk just to forget how your voice sounds when you say my name or the color of your eyes or how ******* bad I crave you.
I'll just have to find another way to forget.

If I were to meet the devil after I die
I would tell him,
"I'm not afraid. I've already seen hell."

1 think about you
2 cry
3 cry some more
4 feel okay for a short amount of time (probably 10 minutes or so)
5 think about you again
6 contemplate whether I should call you or get *******
7 do neither
8 cry some more
9 convince myself I'm totally fine without you
10 repeat

A 16 year old girl falls in love with a boy whose only aim is to get his fill and throw her out like last week's Chinese.
She is destroyed.
An 18 year old girl decides that "having fun" will make her feel less hollow and gives herself to any guy that shows interest and lays in bed at night wondering when the fun starts.
She is destroyed.
A 21 year old girl feels that no one will ever love her enough to want to marry her and that the other side of the bed will always be empty.
She is destroyed.
That girl is me.

I have made up my mind
To *** I choose to be blind
No love is there to find
No longer desire to bind

To myself
I am now kind

She confused him, that creature of The Wild.
He belonged to her, without a shadow of doubt.
But she was the moon to his sun, The darkness to his light.
She was the yin to his yang, and the throes of fire that consumed his sea.
While he conquered worlds,
She stayed trapped in her self erected prison.
And as her flew to the universe beyond reach,
She sank in a bottomless pit.
And yet,
He was drawn to her.
Like the cycle that held day and night,
And the inexplicable line between captive and Captor.
        One could not exist without the other,
        *But neither, could they exist together.