The only way is to move on, because if you don't you'll be stuck where you are.
The only way is to move on, because if you don't you'll be stuck where you are.
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The only way is to move on, because if you don't you'll be stuck where you are.
I hate being broken. I hate that I cannot go back.
I'm tired of everyone telling me about their special person when I desperately want one of my own.
If you're going to make me cry, at least be there to wipe away the tears.
There is no point in crying, the tears won’t bring you back to me.
How did I go from being so happy, to so sad?
They have no idea what a bottomless pit of misery I am.
Tears are prayers too. They travel to GOD when we can't speak.
The higher you climb on love's ladder, the harder you fall.
Sometimes you need to run away just to see who will follow you.
Is feeling like the weight of the world is sitting on their shoulders.
The pain is there to remind me that I'm still alive.
It's sad to be happy alone.
I like having low self-esteem it makes me feel special.
Only you can put a smile on my face when I'm sad.
I feel crappy inside like something just broke.
The greatest pain that comes from love is loving someone you can never have.
I have to cut because it's the only way I can smile.
I hate the moment when suddenly my anger turns into tears.
Loneliness is the human condition. No one is ever going to fill that space.
I never knew that one single blade could mess up my life.
Let no one think I gave in.
How can I go back to where the smile I had was real?
I don't usually sleep enough, but when I do, it's still not enough.
Never forget who was there for you when no one else was.
I will wait till the day I can forget you or the day you realize you can't forget me.
Some of us are just trying to get through the day without falling apart.
Some nights I burn in the fire of my own thoughts.
Sometimes it's better to be alone. Nobody can hurt you.
Be patient and tough, someday this pain will be useful to you.
Why am I so afraid to lose you when you are not even mine?
I'm invisible until someone needs me.
I hate when people say they miss you, but don't make an effort to speak to you or see you.
How did we go from talking every day to strangers?
What's the point in all this screaming, no one's listening anyway?