I was better.or so I thought. Maybe I was never better, but maybe it was this one person who made me think I was better. Its become evident now that shes gone, that ill never be better. I wont be her better, and I CANT be my own better.
Someone from Salisbury, Maryland, US posted a whisper, which reads "You know those nights where you lay in your bed and you have your hand on your mouth so you don't make a sound as tears stream down you face and you can feel your heart just breaking"