If I love you with the pieces of my broken heart would that be enough?

I know how to love but i don't know how to believe I'm loved.

He is there in the places of the friends I have lost and never found. I know in my heart he cries for the scars left on my body and for the pain I make myself go through.

Because we are the descendants of grief, we learned how to cry without a sound and moaning.

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The problem is that you have a mind mature enough to alienate people, but you have the heart of a child who is afraid of isolation, torn and lost.

I hate it when I can't hold in my sadness.

I pretend to smile as I walk by
They don't know my real mind

They dont see how I cry all the time.

Why would you want to be me?

The night mocks me, the person sitting inside me no longer resembling me, the words that no longer carefully jump out of my mouth, from my heart that has dried up like firewood.

Some people don't know what they have until it's gone." "But what about the ones who do know? The ones who never took a damn thing for granted? Who tried their hardest to hold on, yet could only look on helplessly while they lost the thing they loved the most. Isn't it so much worse for them?"