You said you liked storms, so I let you in. Turns out you only like a little rain, and I am a hurricane.

You fall in love with the little things about someone, like the sound of their laughter and the way their smile forms.

"She will always be the perfect parts of heaven, with hints of hell.."

If you love something, you have to let it go.

maybe i just have to let go of you

I wish I have the courage to shoot my self and end it all, suicide thoughts always in my mind and it's killing me everyday

“How do you look at someone you love and tell yourself it‘s time to walk away?“

“How much pain fits inside a person?”

You don’t want to let go, but don’t want to be hurt, either. It’s not a great place to be but what can I tell you?

I like space I don't fit in the crowds

I feel everything very deeply, yet I am still empty.