Sometimes, I feel like we live just to grow old. It's an awful feeling really, like everything you hoped for, every dream, every star you have wished upon, is worth nothing. But what can I do? I want to scream and cry and exclaim my hate of feelings. Because that's what has cause this, that's what tempted fate to give me hope and tear it away. Feelings, caring, loving. What does it help? Loving you didn't save you and it didn't save me. It just constantly rips at my heart, constantly and always and forever. Every time I hear your name I get seasick. The sea keeps on eroding the beach, dragging it back and back, and as I too am dragged back under the current my silly heart stays the same. It stays cracked and scared and waiting and most of all lost. Deep under the ocean, the surface always seems out of reach. It's lost without you and that is what I hate. That you can draw me to this, drown me to this, and keep swimming without a care in the world. I wish, I wish, I wish. I wish someone tell me to stand up and taste the air. I wish my lungs and heart and veins could expel the feelings of lost love. I wish I was strong enough to stand and walk to shore. And keep walking, away from someone so careless with hearts.