When will it stop? The pain that hurts her fragile chest.
No... It's inside. Deep inside where she thinks her heart is.
When will it stop? She hates that she still feels this depressed.
She misses you. She hates to say it; hates you.
For everything you did. She still doesn't understand.
It still feels like it happened out of the blue.
Yeah. She's still hurting. She thought this whole thing would work.
But it didn't. There is no friendship. Just two different people.
She just continues to go on with her sad little smirk.
But she wishes she knew everything. But then again, she wishes for it not.
If you are reading this, she wants you to know how she regrets.
Every happy memory of the past just feels tainted. A horrible thought.
She regrets everything. She wishes you never made a promise. You broke them all.
You never kept any of them. She wonders why she keeps any of hers.
If people think promises are nothing, why should she keep them? Let her fall.
Yeah, she's scared to death of love and promises. Her heart is broken and gone.
But she is learning to live without it. Learning to feel without it.
She learns to just continue with life. To just live on.