Sad
We never made it, did we?
You keep a lot to yourself because it’s difficult to find people who understand.
I’m tired of fighting. For once, I want to be fought for.
Sometimes I don’t even take off my wedding ring when I cheat on my husband.
I hate getting flashbacks from things I don’t want to remember.
My best friend told me he loved me on his death bed.
My memory loves you; it asks about you all the time.
Broken girls become warriors– but I never liked fighting.
You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.