Heartbreak

I am angry, and I know I should be, hell I have every right to be. But sometimes when its quiet, and late at night, I remember what brought me there in the first place, and I cry. I cry for what was. I cry for what might have been. I cry for what will never be. It makes it harder, but out allows my heart not to harden, so maybe some day i will be brave enough to share it again.

I Am

HURT

      Broken

                                                                                                   empty

                                               sad
               

              lost

USED

`````````````````unappreciated

UNLOVED

unattractive


unhappy
                                                   BROKEN HEARTED
ANGRY
ashamed

         HYSTERICAL

overwhelmed

                           STUPID

lonely
             

ripped apart

crazy

raw

weak
Forgotten

losingthestars

“She cried a little, but only inside, because long ago she had decided she didn’t like crying because if you ever started to cry it seemed as if there was so much to cry about you almost couldn’t stop, and she didn’t like that at all.” 

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