Just another typical heartbreaker.

I can't see what's before me.

But I thought you might've been involved.

You hurt me. You're still hurting me.

You told me how you felt.

But it was only an easy way out, wasn't it..?

Thought that I'd forget, and move on. Change my mind.

Well I haven't. I can't.

Because something about the way you look at me, or laugh. Or those simple moments we share, that may not be the same for you. But those moments, are the ones where I believe this could change.

But I can't possibly be that stupid.

Why did I believe. In everything that was put in front of me.

Because now, it all seems fake. Untrue, and full of devision.

So I hope, that one day you'll see, just how much I care. Or that you'll explain to me.

What happened here. What happened at that park, that made you say those things, but act differently.

Just promise me.

You will be truthful.

Honesty is all I ask for.

Sincerely,

Just another typical broken heart.

An Anonymous Letter to the maker.

I'm so tired of running.

I need to breathe.

I want to breathe you in.

This is it. This is the End.

How did I get to this place.

This place of complete depletion. This room full of lies.

How did I end up here.

In this state of complete and utter failure.

Oh God, how did I get here.

I could say I blame him, he tempted me. So it's his fault.

I could blame this world I live in.

I could hide in a corner. And have complete self pity over myself.

But I don't see that happening.

Oh God. How did I get to this place, that I thought I'd abandoned so long ago.

And now, I'm really stuck.

I've completely lost it. The urge to fight. The desire to overcome this battle.

Why is this happening. I feel so all alone.

I am the girl, clothed in garments of gold, but on the inside, I am dying.

I cry myself to sleep on the inside. Begging for a way out.

But you'd never know it would you.

I am the girl, in the tattered rags, the one tossed to the side,

because my problems are too large for this world to deal with.

But the funny thing is, I'd fit right in..

I am the girl begging for a change. But not believing in one.

I don't know where I'm at.

I can't crawl back.

I can't be forgiven.

Not this time. My second chances are over. They have had to run out by now.

I've gotten my wish I suppose.

The wanting of being shoved to the side. Forgotten, delivered from the hand of grace.

Now I'm sinking in this pit. Being pulled violently under. And fast.

Is there no one to rescue me..?

I feel the loss of your name. The meaning, the desire, the love.

But this, cannot possibly be true.

Everything I know, all of who I am.

Is within you.

It cannot disappear this fast.

This happens every time.

Every time I fall, I feel ugly. Worthless. Like there's no way out. No meaning.

And I beg. Every time. To be taken back, to be forgiven. Loved and have it all forgotten.

But this has to be the end.

I cannot be picked up again. I've become to heavy. Overwhelmed with destruction and failure.

Please. I beg of you. Don't throw me to the street, oh, not just yet God.

Show me the meaning. Of who I am, and why I'm going through this.

Let someone ask me. Push me to be truthful. Not to hide this any longer.

This is it,

this is the end.