There is a thing, like a bird, weak and fluttering within my chest, i cradle it and care for it as anyone should an injured thing, yet, i silently pray for it's death.

Pain and misery are two different words, which both hurt.

A broken heart is just the growing pains necessary so that you can love more completely when the real thing comes along.

Sometimes you have to give the hurt a noise and let it out. If you don’t, it fills you up with its emptiness.

We had sun, but we asked for a rainbow. We called the drizzle, but we got heavy rains! Now it’s gone.. We are left with drizzle, waiting the sun light to pass through. When the sun shines tomorrow, only the drizzle is mine.. Rainbow is yours! And I’m deaf and you’re blind!

I fell for you and I fell hard. You bruised my knees and my heart to the point where I will do everything in my power never to fall for anyone again. It’s safer to stay on your feet. I would rather walk through life completely without love - empty; than crawl through what’s been pumping through my veins one more time.