Confessions of a Bookworm

“why can’t you see me, the real me who is not surviving without you. sure i’m smiling and laughing but you know me better than anyone on the planet. so you know how much i am hurting. and still you refuse to end my agony. refuse to heal my wound. you know you broke my heart and what hurts the most is you don’t even care enough anymore to help put it back together. even if you don’t want it someone else will. someday i’ll have the strength to give it to them” -unknown-