



I don't know how you did it, but I do understand why. Your pain made death look better, than trying to stay alive.
Half-hearted attempts and bare minimum efforts will not keep me around. I deserve more than that... I deserve more than you.


It isn't your fault. It's my fault. I was the one who believed that you would be different than the rest.
I like to think that you think about me too, but deep down I know I am the last person on your mind when you go to sleep at night. You rest soundly, while I struggle to close my eyes.

Even if everything you said
in those moments were lies,
please never tell me that
your words were not real.
Let me move on believing that
I was all you had ever wanted.




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