All I can remember is the smell in the room, not her face, not the noises, just ... The smell. It was like all the grief and all the pain she suffered was filling up the room with this  suffocating stench. I felt like her pain was now seeping into my own pores into my bloodstream. As she was finally being released from this hell, I was just captured and being called a prisoner. The only way out, was her only way out. I would soon have to follow in her same fate as if it had always been my own destiny. For we all know we are born to die... But my question is why. My question is for what. Why have we had to go through so much pain,so much trials for it to all end so... Abruptly. What was our purpose and do we ever achieve it, and if we don't, and if we fail are we still prisoners to this hell. Well, why ask these question when silence is your only answer, so I stay quiet and absorb the smell.

When you believe that he's take Everything away from you so there is nothing more left. just checking your pulse because you're still alive .

He's made me scared of love, I can no longer trust. I'm not sure if I'm scared of being hurt or that love feels like a risk im taking in my life. What happens if I love and he doesn't love me back, what happens if I love and he loves me back. I don't know what to expect and once before I was ok with that but I'm no longer that girl all because he made me scared of love.

Most people lose there " imaginary" friends around five but I never lost mine. some how the girl who once use to be my friend became a piece of my being. As if the person was never a character I created in my little overactive mind but only a piece of myself I was saving for a rainy day or a better tomorrow. I remember being jealous of that girl she was prettier, smarter, and cooler then I could ever be but now in my big girl eyes I was everything she ever wanted to be: real

Every lie sounds better in a rhyme

I don't love him. I mean tell him I do n maybe I do but not like that deep connective way real people do. And the truth I'm pretty sure he doesn't either. But what if, for a second, I  truly have started to fall, it only hurts to know he'll never see me like that in his eyes at all.

Why do you even like me. if you were as mean to me as I am to you I would leave you in the middle of the street to get hit by a car, but you forever push me out of oncoming traffic.