Break-up. The hottest love has the coldest end.
The End. Sitting in this uneventful room, the plain four walls closing in on me. Cards. Chocolates. Flowers. For what? There is no hope, only endless negative thoughts and situations all gathered together to create the colour black. Rejection. Loneliness. I know that there is nothing more to come, and as the flowers - I am dying.
<3. One of the hardest things in #life is having words in your heart you can't seem to utter.
