I ask myself, when? when will i stop hurting? when will i stop feeling? when will i stop loving? stop myself from loving you? if only there was a way to erase the memory etched into my heart like a scar that will always remind me of how much i loved you and of how i thought you did, too I ask myself, why? why did i start loving you? why did you make me feel that you did, too? why did i not notice it? notice that you said you loved me only to break me into tiny little pieces so small that i can never put myself back together again how i can never relive our memories together without that sinking feeling in my chest that all of it was a lie I ask myself a million questions about how and where i went wrong a million questions of what had happened to us and of what will to me without you I ask myself was it all for love or was it all for tragedy?