'cause my love is mine, all mine. i love, my, my, mine. nothing in the world belongs to me, but my love, mine, all mine, all mine.

i hope i die warmed by the life that i tried to live

why should i feel lonely? is not our planet in the milky way?

Did you burn down the house to excuse, all the pain that you went through?

but if it's okay with you, it's okay with me

Why won't you chase after me?

and this urge to run away from what i love is a sort of sadism i no longer pretend to understand

You can leave. I’ll remember you. I remember everyone that leaves.

Oh dear I dont wanna be a burden But could you please be a little more concerned with The overactive mind of a believer The toxic thoughts of an overachiever

so we spent what was left of our serotonin, chew on our cheeks and stare at the moon

im so sad but i'll pretend im not for you

it doesnt take a death to leave me grieving

nothing but a dog. collared, yet untamed.

You can leave. I’ll remember you. I remember everyone that leaves.

Something is not right about what I’m doing but I’m still doing it -- living in the worst parts, ruining myself.

We don't talk much, but I just gotta say I miss you and I hope that you're okay

i will do whatever it takes to protect you, even if i must sacrifice myself ; for there is no universe if you are not in it.

maybe you should have been there to protect me

'perhaps i was too quick in turning him down' 'do you love him?' 'if he asked me again, i think i would say yes. do you think he'll ask me again?'

tell me that you love me

feed me promises, keep my heart well, i'll sing you songs until the darkness does recede.

grief really is just love. its all the love you want to give, but cannot.

And darling, this is more than anything I felt before

It didn't happen so I need you to get out my life

You know what's going on here, don't you? You just wanted to see me suffer.

she loved too much. and you could see it in her eyes, where she kept all the hearts she put ahead of her own.

And one day you're going to look around and you're going to realize that everybody loves you... but nobody likes you. And that is the loneliest feeling in the world.

Thank you for going all out for my sake.

the morning after i killed myself, i fell in love. i fell in love with my mother and the way she sat on the floor of my room. i fell in love with my father down at the river as he placed my note into a bottle and sent it into the current.

am i just a joke to you?

I wanted to stay locked away from the pain and destruction. I didn't want to be strong. I didn't want to be the 'smart girl'. I was so very tired. I just wanted it all to be over.

my urge to massively and publically self-destruct so maybe someone finally proves they care about my well-being is at war with my common sense

come on, make it easy. say i never mattered.

As time repeated, people proved themselves predictable. What would this person say if I gave them this? What would they do if I said this to them? Once you know the answer, that's it. That's all they are.

sometimes when they are deep in dreams, i want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. i want to tell them of their importance to the universe. sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, i want to help them to speak the word they fear

'then there's nothing i can say, is there?' 'yes, tell me not to go. say it to me, tell me not to go, tell me that you're hurt, tell me you're relieved, tell me that you're bored, anything, but don't assume i know, tell me what you feel'

you know all about my stupid heart and the place you hold inside it.

i still confuse being misunderstood with feeling shame

When nobody wakes you up in the morning, when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want, what do you call it, Freedom or Loneliness?

i am not good. i am not virtuous. i am not sympathetic. i am not generous. i am merely and above all a creature of intense passionate feeling. i feel everything. it is my genius. it burns me like fire.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

The heart wants what it wants. Could it not want something a bit more attainable?

I am on fire A crying, burning liar Seeing nothing, nothing, but myself And I'm the one with the lighter

don't make me an optimist, you will ruin my life

i will not water myself down to make myself more digestible for you. you can choke.

I don’t know how to repay you. I don’t have anything to give.