My name is Jaded....and you are?

The worst part about a broken heart is that it doesn't kill you. It's been 7 months and I still feel dead on the inside. I should be over this, I should know better. He certainly got over it. I guess I wasn't good enough.
Why does it have to keep hurting? Am I destined like the greatest ladies
Of my time to live a life of solitude for being myself?
Will I ever love the same? It kills me to feel like I'll never love
Anyone as much as I love him. It kills to know that he loves someone else
And that his love for her is way stronger than whatever he felt for me.
Now I realize how empty his 'I love you' were, when mine though cynical at times
I meant. I hate so much that I let myself love him, but what I hate the most is that I can't hate him.
I'm Jaded...I've had it, I'm done, I quit. I have come to terms with the fact that I will forever want the unattainble
Therefore all that awaits me is a life of loneliness and despair. I only felt love like that once in my life
And that moment was when you held me in your arms while I cried Sr. Verde. At that moment I felt like no matter what happenned you would hold me
And not let go. That's the moment I realized I loved you more than I ever thought possible and that was the same moment I realized
All that I had ahead was pain. I don't know what to do with myself, I don't know what to do with time, even killing myself seems useless
Cos no matter what I feel you won't care.

I'm Jaded.....I can't do anything about it.

Ciao <3