I'm SO Done.

Maybe I can't think whenever I see paper because all I write is you.

Maybe I've been crying in hopes you'll love me too.

If God is love, then why does love make people cry?

Give me something else to sing this sorrow too;;

Possibly the soundtrack to your funeral...

...That I won't be attending.

I'm still planning my getaway to get away from you FOR GOOD!

I'm not coming back to this cemetary state.

A tree would make for the perfect target for my car.

With you, unconcious, in the passanger seat.

We all know where this was going, right?

Nothing more than friends.

Always grabbing me right when I'm about to get away from you.

And I'm so fucking exhausted from trying to make myself happy && then crying my eyes out every night, that I don't think I'm making it this time around.

You can only hurt this bad for so long.

You can only cry so many memories out of your system, but they always come back.

ALWAYS.