I didn't lose you, I lost the idea of you.

Loved you more than I loved myself.

It hurts, but I'm still here.

You were my favourite what if.

The saddest part is how normal it feels now.

Nobody talks about how lonely growing up is.

Tears are just feelings that ran out of room.

Better days are coming, I hope.

Some memories hurt more than they help.

Remember when we were happy?

Lost in my own head again.

Why is moving on so slow?

The quiet after the storm feels lonely.

Missing someone I can't call.

A little broken, still beautiful.

Tired of pretending I'm fine.