I wish that no one cared and moved on easily with their lives if I died but I know my death would affect people so I can’t be so selfish and take my own life so I wish that something would make me die already …
They were in love once,
But they were too young,
Too oblivious to see what they had.
They broke each other over and over.
He was distant and afraid,
She was wild and carefree.
They still talk, but it’s never the same.
There is still love, but both have changed.