"You told me once,
that you loved me.
You kissed me with passion,
you held my hand,
and you told me I was beautiful.
I believed you.
But when I swallowed an ocean
of sadness,
and tried to release it
by tearing my skin open
and letting it all out,
you looked the other way.
How could you do that?"
- you never really loved me, did you? (via de-pres-sed)

(via the-friend-with-little-benefits)