Why am I alone? So many thoughts in my head and I can't even grab on to one. Why does the thought of being alone bring me to tears, isn't that what you want? Isn't that how it's meant to be? I'd die for you, but it seems you would be pulling the trigger your self. Don't call out to me with concerns, Don't ask me what's wrong, and Don't you dare say it'll be okay. Don't try to understand me. I can't even understand me. When the Winter of my Life comes, maybe I will be better. Until then, all I can do is wait. I don't hate you, and you know who you are. I don't hate you because that would mean I still have some kind of feelings for you. Go ahead, look like your doing the right thing. Go ahead and guilt me, does it make you happy? There's no next time, there's no working it out, you love this don't you. I watched you change, that's for sure. And then you changed again somewhere down the line. I feel manipulated. Demented. Destroyed. You don't hate yourself, you don't think your a horrible person, I don't either. You've shown me a lot, even within just a week. Trust is for people with hearts. And mine is dead and gone. With every heart break comes another stitch, that's why I feel like a pin-cushion. I'm not hurt. You couldn't hurt me if you wanted to more than anything. These tears aren't for you or because of you. These tears are for the one that falls in love with me. My trust has been shot by the barrel of your mouth. Your words are bullets, and I never want to hear you reload your ammo again. I'm begging you, bring me to my Winter.