But like the sun he turns her to ashes, for she didn't belong in his world.

We blame the starts, or society, or the son of God, because its just to hard to realize and acknowledge we're ****** people who sabotage our own happiness, for no good ******* reason.

Oh God, oh God, oh God!
What have you done to me? You've denied me of my own body.
I am not in control. I am suddenly dependent on someone who will inevitably break my heart.
Don't break my heart. Why have you don't this?
At the end of the day all I have is me. All anyone has is themselves,
and you've made that not enough for myself anymore.
At the end of the day,
lying in bed I am not enough,
because suddenly I want you,
need you next to me,
and its torture.

And although I dont know what love is,
I know what it isn't.
Love isn't lying in your bed crying,
feeling like you've just let someone roll over you,
and break you.
It isn't feeling not good enough
After giving someone a ******* as they lie next to you,
asleep.
And although nothing is different from yesterday,
you're better,
because although I don't know how something should be,
I know how it shouldn't.