In my solitude, you haunt me...

It’s three in the morning,

And I’m lying in bed,

Staring at the ceiling,

Memories running through my head.

Thinking of you,

And all the good times we’ve had,

Wondering what you’re doing,

Are you happy? Are you sad?

What would you say,

What would you do,

If I suddenly cry out,

That I still love you.

Because One Liners Are All That's Necessary Sometimes

"Well, isn't that nice? Just twist the knife in deeper why don't you?"

Hell is there for a reason

If just saying sorry was enough, there wouldn't be a need for hell.

I read an analogy once that really puts that into perspective.

"Break a plate. Say you're sorry. Did it fix the plate? No, it didn't."

Apologies are easy to say, readily available to hand out as you please.

But hell is there for a reason.

If an apology is all it takes....

Why am I still stuck here?

"Just get a new plate." They say.

As if that solves every single problem.

Break something, buy a new one.

I guess we live in that age now,

where sentimentality nor empathy exist anymore.

True, I should have no need for either now.

So buy a new plate.

This time, take better care of it.

Hide it away so no one can break it ever again.

Better yet, don't buy a new one at all.

If you don't have one, then it can't get broken, right?

Sometimes simplicity is best.

Welcome to the new world bitches.

Do you think crying will immediately get someone to help you?

Don't be so naive.

We live in the real world.

Everything and anything gets broken so easily.

So what are you going to do when your plate gets broken?

Just remember that "I'm sorry" doesn't fix the damn thing.

And that hell exists for a reason.