Yeah u r so yesterday ...
everything u did ... everything u said was a lie ... u (yourself) is a lie ... u r cold, selfish
u r hurting me without u feel it ... u just say stuff around and it kills me inside .. u r stabbing me with a knife with every word u said with every lie
u killed me million times ... u added more pain to my life
more sadness and more tears ... who r u? an evil!! a devil ! a killer
u r just unfaithful
i thought u r special ... i thought u r different .. but u r like everyone else but im the only one who thought u r special coz i was stupid ... i was an idiot .. yeah i didnt realize that ... i guess i was late
too little too late
i got nothing else to say except that there is a fire burning inside of me and it will never turn down til my last breath ... maybe my death ... u know wuts harder than death?? waiting for it
You could run from someone you feared, you could try to fight someone you hated. All my reactions were geared toward those kinds of killers – the monsters, the enemies. When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could you run, how could you fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it? If it was someone you truly loved?
