Feeling like this love I had once found had been torn open and left broken in the cold - that the seams holding it together ripped open and my flesh tore open with that is I pray that my breathing would stop. And as I held those staining memories, I held on so tightly; remembering what life used to mean. Selfishly ready to embrace the fact that I am weak! But then I called to you, and I hoped someone would find me; and I found you, and I had hoped someone would call me! Cause I'm listening to these echoes of my own voice leaving damage in the cold, as I feel I have finally grown to the point where I can snap! A point of knowing I could never go back... And it's in the moments I felt most alone. That I told myself no one was there for me; and little did I know, love was sitting right beside me, I just wasn't listening. At this point in my life I don't know many things, but I can promise you this - You are loved completely.