I swear if you saw how hopelessly I cry into my pillow at night, you’d come back. 
I swear if you saw the scars on my heart, and everywhere else, you’d come back. 
And I swear if you knew, how much I wish you would just show up at my door and kiss me 
you might just come back.
But you will never know.
and you will never come back.
— Things I can’t ever tell you // 2am thoughts

So much sadness,
and a lot of pain.
You broke my heart,
but I take the blame.

I'll tell you I'm sorry
as I struggle to breathe
for causing you trouble
as I watch you leave.

I'm so sick of apologizing
when I'm the one hurting.
I feel so worthless.
I'm barley breathing.

Maybe you're scared right now
Or maybe you miss someone
Maybe your heart hurts a little
or a lot
And maybe you're not quite sure
Who you are or what you want
But that feeling that you miss
The one where it doesn't seem
Like the whole world is against you
It's still here, and it never really left
And one day you'll realize
That the only person
Who can find it again
is you.

And if you got the one you want then you're the lucky one
because I don't wait to appreciate what I have until it's gone
Too bad I never had it
in the first place

Well

The brutal truth is that none of us are or ever will be as beautiful and flawless as those girls we envy in the magazines. We tell eachother we are just as beautiful and perfect as them, but the truth is, we are not.
The thing that confuses me is why do we have to be? Why is it that the curves of your body, quality of your skin and length of your hair, the things that define you? The most important thing is not outward beauty. It is the beauty that comes from inside of you. When this world burns to ash, and our bodies grow old and disappear into the earth, the only thing we will have left is our souls. It is what you made of your personality and talents, and how you treated other people that will matter most. Stop striving to be society's definition of perfect, and start to create your own image of perfect. Because a nice body will wrinkle, and a pretty face will fade, but a good woman, will always be a good woman.

People tell me that I'll be ok because I was fine without him before, so I'll be fine without him now. Well that's not true because I wasn't fine without him before. I survived, but I hated myself and I didn't think anyone would ever love me. So, don't tell me I can be happy without him because I can't and never will be the type of happy that I was with him ever again. I don't want to forget him because he was the one who made me feel good about myself but at the same time I don't want to remember him because it hurts too much.
Because Love Leaves a Black Hole when it dies, and there's nothing but emptiness inside.