I sit here and think about all the things ive been through in my life, and though it may not seem like much to the naked eye, to me it hurts more than you can imagine. What am i doing that is wrong? Im sick of leaving...sick of repeating the worst thing that ever happened to me! I want out, i want to go to a place where none of this crosses my mind, somewhere where i dont feel like im always being let down, always being lied to and always being forgotten. I no longer want to be hurt, no longer want to feel this pain that haunts me through days and nights. im still trying to figure out what t wrong, was it me? or was it them? sometimes i blame myself for what happens around me. The only place i feel safe, and all worry's forgotten, is with him, in his arms, with his kiss.