CartoonFreak175

"The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in wach other all along.

I'm standing on the tower, gazing down below. Life is like a flower, beautiful and fragile. But what happens, when that flower dies? The world only seems, cold and full of lies. Is there anything left? Anything to save? And all i feel inside, is nothing but rage. Is there a reason not to jump? A reason to stay? Because no wound truly heals, without leaving marks. You'll never forget how it feels. it's one of your deepest parts, hibernating under the surface. you don't tell anyone, Cuz they wouldn't understand. To them, it doesn't matter how i feel. It doesn't matter what i think, for nothing i feel is real. If i jump, will it truly be over?