You didn't loveher. You just didn't want to be alone. Or maybe, maybe she was good for your ego. Or, or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life, but you didn't love her. Because you don't destroy people you love. Greys Anatomy
I'm gonna love you like I've never been broken. I'm gonna say it like it's never been spoken. Tonight, I'm letting go. I'm gonna give it like it's never been taken, I'm gonna fall like I don't need savin' -Demi Lovato
Wanna know a secret? You are beautiful black, white, gay, straight, bisexual. Whether you are smart , or quiet, or impossibly in love with your best friend, somebody out there cherishes your smile. Their head turns, and they get butterflies the minute you walk into the room. Somebody out there cannot stop thinking about you. You are beautiful. Don't ever believe differently
After a while you learn that you don't need anyone else to survive. No one is ever going to always be there ; no matter what they promise you. you just gotta suck it up and A C C E P T I T. -Hey Arnold
Trust Me, I Know How It Feels; To cry in the shower so no one will hear you. To wait for everyone to fall asleep, just so you can fall apart. For everything to hurt so badly, you just want it to end. I know exactly how it feels.
------------------♥----------------- Where were you when the world stopped turing on that September day? Did you weep for the children who lost their dear loved ones. And pray for the ones who don't know? Did you rejoice for the people who walked from the rubble, And sob for the ones left below? Did you burst out in pride for the red, white and blue, And the heroes who died just doin' what they do? Did you look up to heaven for some kind of answer? And look at yourself and what really matters? Did you feel guilty 'cause you're a survivor? In a crowded room did you feel alone? Did you call up your mother and tell her you loved her? Did you dust off that Bible at home? Did you open your eyes, hope it never happened? Close your eyes and not go to sleep? Did you notice the sunset the first time in ages, Or speak to some stranger on the street? Did you lay down at night and think of tomorrow, Did you go to a church and hold hands with some strangers? Did you stand in line and give your own blood? Did you just stay home and cling tight to your family, Thank God you had somebody to love ------------------♥------------------
You come home from school and Wipe Away That Fake Smile, you throw yourself onto your bed and blast that H e a r t B r e a k playlist you have. You bawl your eyes out until you literally can't breathe X because X your X sobs X are X so X hard. You pull yourself up and force yourself into the most comfortable sweats you have and when you walk past the mirror you see that make-up streamed down your face and all you think is why you. You think you're never going to be good enough and you're never going to be pretty enough. So you just plop [back down] on you're bed and cry for what seems like days. When you finally stop you don't want to move, it hurts to much. It hurts to breathe, it hurts to blink, it hurts to think. Everything hurts.
-------------------♥------------------- [Last Words] One day a girl, Sara, who was fifteen years old, came home from school in a very bad mood. She'd had a fight with her best friend that day and it hadn't turned out well at all. "Sara!" her mom yelled. "What are you doing? You know to do your chores right when you get home! And you're late!" "Coming, Mom!" Sara yelled, getting up and stomping towards the kitchen. "What?" she snapped as her mother gave her a stern look, annoyed. "You'd better straighten up your attitude, young lady," her mom warned, "or you'll be grounded." "Whatever." Sara began to throw around the dishes in the sink, trying to make as much noise as she possibly could. A plate cracked and cut her hand. Sara cursed. "Sara!" her mom exclaimed. "How dare you use that language! Go to your room!" "No!" Sara yelled, throwing down the towel she was using to wipe the blood off her hand. "Do you want to say 'no' one more time and see what happens?" her mom asked. She looked furious. "Sure," Sara said sarcastically. "No." "How dare you!" Her mother slapped her. Sara shrank back, staring incredulously at her mom. She had never hit Sara before. "I H ATE YOU!" Sara screamed before running out of the house. "Sara, get back here!" her mom yelled, running after her. "Leave me alone!" Sara screamed, running across the street. "I HATE YOU!" she screamed again. She continued running until she heard the sound of screeching tires and a scream. She turned around, hoping that it wouldn't be what she thought it would be.... People were crowding around Sara's mother, who was laying in the middle of the street, looking broken, bloody. "NOOOOO!" Sara screamed, running over and pushing through everyone to kneel by her mom. "Oh no, oh no...." Her mom wasn't moving or breathing. She was gone. Sara tipped back her head and wailed to the sky, [sobbing so hard it hurt.] She couldn't believe the last words she had spoken to her mother were "I hate you." To everyone out there who tells your parents or friends you hate them, or any other [R u d e T h i n g], remember it might be the last thing you ever say to them. -------------------♥-------------------