If we allare alive for a reason, then why don't we ever know that reason? I mean, I think that if we were supposed to acheive something then we would know what it was! I'm just saying that life is weird.

She'll never understand,

exactly how she hurt me

she'll never even care,

that she's slowly killing me

I took a risk and trusted her,

only to be let down

I took a chance and fell for her,

but that was dumb, no doubt

She knows my deepest darkest secrets,

and for that i must beware,

she might spread them out, because

she might not even care

She probably couldn't handle my baggage,

my hatred and mentality

Now I'm fading,thankfully, and…

I stared at her hands,

the ones that used to mean safety and protection,

but I now cower from. The hands that would heal my wounds,

but now cause bruising and bleeding.

The same hands that would support my infant head,

now use my hair as a pull-toy.

Those hands that could be so tender and l*****,

now ball into fists directed at me.

Her hands would wipe away my tears,

but now they only cause them.

The hands that used to pull me into hugs,

now push…