We always feel that Life Of others is Better dan us.!
But, we always Forget that We r also "Others" For Someone Else"
A nice person will always be in memory ...
A better person will always be in dream ...
But a sincere person will always be in heart...
I think I'd do better on my own, no friends, no fights,just me alone
They leave. Because they should or because .......they find someone else.
And some of them, ...some of them… forget me. I suppose in the end, they break my heart.
Shall I Live Or Shall I Die?
Shall I Go Home And Just Cry?
Loneliness is a poet;
it writes your deepest emotion
of love and sadness
at times when all you have is yourself.
Why is it that years after the trust is gone, the heart remains full of love?
You help your best friend the best you can to make them feel happy, you will be there for them when they need you... but in the end you will be left alone with your pain without anyone there to help you when you need them the most.
Its Love when its you,
Its Care when its you,
Its possessive when its you,
It turns into pain when it comes to "ME"
"Don't blame me if I break you. Blame THEM. I never did anything. What did I do to deserve this?
...Now look at me! They've created a monster!"