Thursday, November 17, 2011

This is for you.



Maybe one day it will all be over. But some days it just burns so badly, the hurt the tears.


I can smile because I cry. Nothing is more beautiful than the sun when it rises.

It sets.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

The only thing I'm sorry for, is disappointing you.

I was never, is not, will never be what you wanted me to be.