I miss how we use to talk to each other.
I miss how we could let each other know why we were having a bad day.
I miss having secrets nobody would know about.
But it just stopped.
It hurt.
I tried not to cry.
I missed you.
But what was I suppose to do?
Beg and plead for you to love me.
Get down on my knees and tell you I'm sorry.
Couldn't you just tell me how to stop the pain I felt.
Instead you let me suffer.
But still I can't help but to love you.
Love me Back
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