No More Lies..

Memories of a broken heart are all I seem to remember anymore. It's all that goes on inside me anymore. Broken heart, and tears, of course. What else is new?

Isn't it sad, when all you can remember is all the times you've ever gotten hurt, or all the times you just lay in your bed, late at night, wondering why you're still here?

It's not a good feeling knowing you're alone there, and that nobody cares. Truly cares, anyways.

You always say "I'll always be here." But where the fuck were you when I needed you, when I actually needed a shoulder to cry upon. A ear to talk to, that's what you're for.

No, don't start that shit, you don't love me, fuck you. I've heard too many lies already just to hear another one. You don't love me. You never did.

Maybe someday I'll get used to the fact that I'm alone. I just wish it didn't hurt so fucking bad.