I smile because it's easier... Than telling you a lie.
Imaginations of what ifs... Realizations of what's here.
She hates me. She is part of me.
"I choose her." The world stopped.
Tomorrow seems so far away. If all I can have is you.
She looked around... Searching for a face that does not reflect her own.
My eyelids try to force themselves closed. They don’t want to see the damage.
Does it hurt when you're fleeing? Am I just retreating?