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Our own pain blinds us so god damned much, that when we slowly kill away those around us who love us, we don't even realize it.


I slept in a bed last night that I certainly should have not slept in alone. I woke up this morning, alone. I left tonight, alone. There aren't enough drugs in this world to fix everything that hurts. What have I done? I look in the mirror and I wish I was beautiful, and I know I never will be. I wish that one day someone will love me like I love them...but I know that never will be. This is a crazy fucking life. God...I'll never forget the feeling of sleeping alone and being left without even a bye. And I can't fix anything. Too many god damned broken hearts for me to even begin to bandage. I'm helpless, defeated, and hurt. How am I supposed to fix anyone? I wish I could help you....

I cry for broken nights alone.