Sometimes, it’s hard to talk about what you think of the most.

Don’t comfort mewith a lie that hurts morethan the truth ever could.

I have tried to drink this pain away,to smoke it away,to write it away.I tried to make it numb,I tried to run away from it,I tried to fight it.But everything I tried to escapefound me in my sleepagain.

You don’t see methe way I see you.Can’t you feelhow my heart breaksevery time I tryto talk to you?I’m trying so hardto give you my best.While you give me ignoranceand this terrible painin my chest.

Forgetting is easier than having to remember for as long as it takes not to hurt anymore.

When I quit smoking, they told me it takes three days to be able to breathe normally again, five days until I’m no longer physically addicted, seven days until there’s no more nicotine in my blood, six months to be entirely clean and fifteen years until the chance of a sudden death due to the consequences of smoking is minimized to 50%.I wish somebody could tell me how long it would take to be over you, too.

I wish I could wake up tomorrowwith a mind that does not constantlyremind me of the pain of yesterday.

Your head will tell you a thousand times that it’s over before your heart will.

I wish I could delete the memory of you as easily as I could delete you from my contacts.

How many nights does it take to stop these wounds from bleeding?