I turn to myself for comfort. 

I guess you could say I've never had anyone to turn to with my problems. 

So, as a person with the mind I have, I turned to music. 

It was my only escape and I hated everything that kept me from it. 

I was weak. Or thats what I thought- 

I would cry for hours over a BOY that didn't give a fuck about me or my feelings. 

The little promises you make-

"Ill be here for you" even when your over

They wont talk to you. If they do. Thats a man. 

He never once reached out to me besides one time after we were done and it was the same day. 

It hurt... for a long time. I stayed up for two months straight because- 

I made this person my source of happiness and it felt like I had nothing. 

I think about it and I used to always believe that smooshy love shit was nothing. 

Until I really look back at him and I get hot blooded. My head floods with the memories... 

My left chest hurts... internally and its a hard type of hurt. I feel it all the time 

I just started to ignore it. And once I found him It was like It left for a while. 

He was everything I wanted...

His smile

His hair

His voice

His mind

His heart...

I just  learned that I was never enough for anyone. 

Eventually they all leave no matter how much you care. 

I tried to give him everything. 

Just know no one else is going to be in that casket with you- 

so... take care of yourself and don't expect people to wipe your tears. 

Its not going to happen.