How am I supposed to move forward in life when everything important to me is motionless?

Just because it's broken doesn't mean it loses its importance. And I figured I'd give it to you one day when you realized it was okay to make mistakes.

Because people fear those who are different. And fear can make people do stupid things.

I've never felt like this before, with anyone. It's against the rules of surviving.

I'm just here,existing at the surface of the water,not quite drowning but not quite able to breathe.

Maybe if I try hard enough, we'll fall into each other and become one single person and we can share our pain instead of carrying it by ourselves.

Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins. Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain.