But why does everything you bring close to your heart must hurt so much?

I know that I am ruined, and that I'm ruining others.

This time the wounds aren't healing it's becoming more fresh as time passes by.

I was with them and yet I was alone.

In these times, appearances are more real than reality.

And sometimes, it's okay to miss what never belonged to you.

I might be the writer but you'll always be the words.

You will recognize happiness when you see it die.

My independence, which is strength, implies my loneliness, which is weakness.

I love remembering. More than living.

Because the people I most strive to please do me the worst injuries.

I just want a day where it feels like I'm not falling apart anymore.

Do not be absent for too long and ask about how I am, details die with time and stories change.

I break my own heart by expecting people to be as attached to me as I am to them.

You can decorate absence however you want, but you're still gonna feel what's missing.

This August I began to dream of drowning.

Pretty brown eyes and a mind full of thoughts.

My cry for help was so quiet that I couldn't hear it myself.

Perhaps I don't deserve what I wish for,
but do I deserve to make a wish at all?

Nothing can be gained without losing, even the heaven demands death.

the saddest thing is to be a minute to someone, when you've made them your eternity.