I filled my life with sickness, so I wouldn’t feel so weak.
I filled my life with dirt, to make myself feel clean.
In the end, I turned up lonely, sad, and dead.
Because death of the heart might as damn well be dead.
I filled my life with dirt, to make myself feel clean.
In the end, I turned up lonely, sad, and dead.
Because death of the heart might as damn well be dead.
wow, ladies... some of you can be so stupid.
why would your cheating, piece of shit boyfriend treat you with respect when all you do is go back to him whenever he hurts you?
Clearly, you don't even have respect for yourself.
I'm seriously tired of listening to all the crying!
Be a strong woman, fight for what you deserve.
Men only treat you badly when you keep letting them.
why would your cheating, piece of shit boyfriend treat you with respect when all you do is go back to him whenever he hurts you?
Clearly, you don't even have respect for yourself.
I'm seriously tired of listening to all the crying!
Be a strong woman, fight for what you deserve.
Men only treat you badly when you keep letting them.
My BFF just found out that her boyfriend of a year and half has been cheating on her.
But not exactly cheating... he's actually been in a six year relationship with another woman whom he lives with.
How fucked up are you - it's one thing to give someone your body, and use someone for sex. It's a completely different level to take somebodies heart.
I hope I see soon my friend, because when I do I'm going to make you eat your lies.
But not exactly cheating... he's actually been in a six year relationship with another woman whom he lives with.
How fucked up are you - it's one thing to give someone your body, and use someone for sex. It's a completely different level to take somebodies heart.
I hope I see soon my friend, because when I do I'm going to make you eat your lies.
Losing a pet is like losing a person, I'd have to say I might feel even worse. How much I loved her I didn't even realize until this moment, and like a loved one you regret all the things you didn't do, or the times that you yelled, or the times that you just could have done more. It eats at you like a termite, it's cutting through my skin. I didn't think it would feel like this, I didn't know a piece of me would fall away. I can't explain this misery, I feel like a cloud; floating around lifeless.
It hurts me to see her this way, her pain is much more deep. The dog is the symbol of everything she never had, losing her has made her feel weak. I try to help but I know that I can't, and listening to her agony all through the night, it breaks me further. I wish I could save her, I wish I could make it easier. I wish I could just do something, just once, and I speak for everything.
I wish that we could start over, and live the life we want to live. I wish there didn't have to heartache, I wish it didn't have to make us weak. Most of all I just wish it was over, I just want to go to sleep.
It hurts me to see her this way, her pain is much more deep. The dog is the symbol of everything she never had, losing her has made her feel weak. I try to help but I know that I can't, and listening to her agony all through the night, it breaks me further. I wish I could save her, I wish I could make it easier. I wish I could just do something, just once, and I speak for everything.
I wish that we could start over, and live the life we want to live. I wish there didn't have to heartache, I wish it didn't have to make us weak. Most of all I just wish it was over, I just want to go to sleep.
I’m feeling detached from you, hopelessly swimming in my own fear. I don’t ask for much, not from anyone, but especially not from you. This pain, it’s killing me. Let me admit something to you, my life, it’s hurting me. Demons, you have them too, but mine, they’re finally starting to cut through the skin. The memories are only fragments, but vivid and fierce in their appearance. You did the best you could; I love you for everything you’ve done to try and save me. It’s not your fault that fate was not kind to you either. I’ve always hoped that which might break us has always made us stronger. We are fragile and tired. You may not see it in our eyes, but on the inside it feels like we’re dying. The cancer of life is terminal in our world. A constant happy moment never will arrive. It is always standing besides another unhappy moment waiting in line. But truly, why this fight? Why again, why now, why still? It only breaks us further; further inside, and further from one another.
All the good is out weighted by the bad. This, at last, is what will kill me. I wish, at times, I could simply sink away into nothingness, this day, I truly wish I’d just die. You are my sickness; you are what is slowly killing me. For me, I have found love at last. Truly, deeply, this is what I call forever. You take him away from me, in the only way you know you can. My misery keeps me equal to you; you’re twisted because you like it. It hurts me, the loneliness, yet for you, the pain is what keeps you feeling alive.
I help you in all the ways that I can. I try, honestly, to bear the burden of both our problems. But me, I’m the only one who’s fighting; it’s me alone in a never ending war. This pain that’s destroying me, it never goes away. I’ve accepted the idea that I will always have something missing on the inside. I feel soul less, walking around in body, when my spirit has already passed on. Do you know how it feels to really lose everything? Those people I miss, they aren’t coming back, and you, you may be here, but the real person inside died a long time ago. The person, who once would not wish this suffering upon me, would not burden me with all of their personal hells, but help me in mine. Only once even, it would be refreshing. I would at least then know you cared, that there was still a heart beating inside of there.
The worst that I know is how my suffering only hurts others; the people whom I care for, the ones that I love. That contact with me, only ends up causing other people misery. I’ve become that constant ache; the ringing in your eardrums, each drop you can’t stop from dripping in the sink, the alarm clock going off, the sound of breaking glass. Each and every thing that is simply unbearable.
Someone please save me, please just make it all go away. Just take the hurt, and take the pain; just get it over with, instead of killing me slowly.
Because you haven’t truly lost everything until you lose yourself, and I’m beginning to fear she’s on her way out.
All the good is out weighted by the bad. This, at last, is what will kill me. I wish, at times, I could simply sink away into nothingness, this day, I truly wish I’d just die. You are my sickness; you are what is slowly killing me. For me, I have found love at last. Truly, deeply, this is what I call forever. You take him away from me, in the only way you know you can. My misery keeps me equal to you; you’re twisted because you like it. It hurts me, the loneliness, yet for you, the pain is what keeps you feeling alive.
I help you in all the ways that I can. I try, honestly, to bear the burden of both our problems. But me, I’m the only one who’s fighting; it’s me alone in a never ending war. This pain that’s destroying me, it never goes away. I’ve accepted the idea that I will always have something missing on the inside. I feel soul less, walking around in body, when my spirit has already passed on. Do you know how it feels to really lose everything? Those people I miss, they aren’t coming back, and you, you may be here, but the real person inside died a long time ago. The person, who once would not wish this suffering upon me, would not burden me with all of their personal hells, but help me in mine. Only once even, it would be refreshing. I would at least then know you cared, that there was still a heart beating inside of there.
The worst that I know is how my suffering only hurts others; the people whom I care for, the ones that I love. That contact with me, only ends up causing other people misery. I’ve become that constant ache; the ringing in your eardrums, each drop you can’t stop from dripping in the sink, the alarm clock going off, the sound of breaking glass. Each and every thing that is simply unbearable.
Someone please save me, please just make it all go away. Just take the hurt, and take the pain; just get it over with, instead of killing me slowly.
Because you haven’t truly lost everything until you lose yourself, and I’m beginning to fear she’s on her way out.
