“And you can tell everybody,
This is your song
It may be quite simple but
Now that it’s done
I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is now you’re in the world”—(via drinkingwhiskeyinmypearls)
Whenever I see a movie that centers around an adorable couple that is head over heels in love, I fall apart. I miss having that one person who I could compare those movies to. Things will never be the same, and I realize this. I just wish that I could be one of those girls who has a guy falling on his knees for her, wanting to protect her and take extreme care of her. I think I deserve at least this.
I feel as though I have lost you permanently. I find it completely unfathomable that this could have ever even happened. But it did. And here we are. As if I don’t even know your name, you are just gone. Gone from everything you ever were. Everything we had ever been.
“You don’t understand
-Cutting, unless you’re a cutter.
-Drugs, unless you’re a druggie.
-Suicide, unless you’ve attempted it.
-Depression, unless you’ve felt it.
-Eating disorders, unless you’ve had one.
-Me. unless you’ve been through what I’ve been through.”—(via why-must-life-be-so-hard)
You were the worst mistake I ever made. I ignored everything and everyone that was important to me, so I could make you happy. I put you above everything else. But now you’re gone, and I realize that I could not have been stupider. If I could change one thing, it would be that I never fell in love with you. I would not have made all of the stupid decisions that did. I regret so much. And it all has to do with you.
I hate it when you feel completely and utterly alone. Yes, I understand there are millions of people that surround me, but I am still alone. In a world that is so large, how can one not have anyone that is there for them? Yes, I have my friends, and my “family”, and the people who constantly remind me that they are here for me. But I don’t want them to be here for me.
When a person throws his or her own problems aside to listen to yours and attempt to comfort you, you immediately owe them. I don’t want to be the object of others’ pity and sympathy. They don’t really care nor do they really want to know. Thus, I am here alone.