words, how little they mean when you're a little too late.
She had flowers in her hair, and pain in her eyes. Smile sweet as could be with her razor kissed wrists.
What happened to "Oh, I would never leave you?" I thought you were never going to let me go. The worst part is, you know how much I needed you.
I can see that your smile is fake. I can see the pain in your eyes. I know that those aren't "scratches from your cat." I am the only one that understand you, yet you still shut me out. You not letting me help you is killing me. Your sadness is killing me.
pieces. I feel myself shattering into millions of pieces. I can feel every little piece hitting the ground, and it's killing me. One day, all I'm going to be are these dead, little pieces.
But I don't want to say goodbye
