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Why doesn't anyone understand?
You parents tell you that there is someone better out there for you,
but you know in you heart,
that he was perfect in every way,
and no one elce could replace what you had together.

Your friends tell you he is a jerk,
you agree just so they leave you alone,
but that isn't true at all,
he is the sweetest person you have ever met.

He was always there when you needed him,
even if it was two in the morning,
you could cry on his shoulder,
you could tell him you deepest secret,
and he would never tell.
 
When you listen to all you favorite songs,
about that one boy,
he keeps popping into your mind,
and you just can't seem to get him out. \

He's all you think about,
almost every day,
no matter what mood,
some memories make you happy,
other almost depressed.

What happened between us,
everything was going fine,
untill that day when she flipped her hair,
and you were magically hers,
not mine.

I miss you everyday,
no matter what happends,
you were my first love,
and I will never forget you.

 When We Were Still In Love

I wish he was still around, 
to be my white dove, 
be the one I think is perfect,
to be my first true love.

Wish that I hadn't fallen so hard,
its like I'm always being shoved, 
he was my only way out, 
he was there to be my first true love. 

But like most things that happen,
the way our love ended was like a glove,
it was ripped away, cought on a branch,
you were and are still my first true love.

 Sitting on your bed, 
looking at quotes on witty, 
listening to the sad songs over and over again, 
hoping for once you can get over the guy that you though was perfect,
and you think to yourself,
" How can I get over the person that I though I was gonna spend forever with."

~ Make it pretty, 
Venting, pretty much my life now

 I told my psychiatrist that everyone hates me. He said I was being ridiculous - everyone hasn't met me yet.

 There's a girl in my mirror crying tonight, and there's nothing I can say to make her feel alright. </3 

 I can't escape the thought of you.
Even in my dreams you are there. 
It's not fair how your gone, 
and how you're moving on so fast, 
while I am still living in the past.

 It’s hard to tell your mind to stop loving someone when your heart still does.</3