Love. What a wonderful thing.... Until someones heart is broken. I don't know why, but I feel like its killing me mentally, and physically. Just the thought of not seeing your face, hearing your voice, seeing you smile, kills me when I dare to think about it. But when I can't see you anymore, I fall. I stop trying to make myself look pretty. There is no point. Why brush my hair, when I can just pull it back into a messy pony tail, why put on make up when you have no reason to look pretty? Why dress up, if he can't see me? Why smile and laugh, when I'm just hiding my pain? These things all have to do with loosing someone you love. Why do I even live, when I have no point in living? I have my family and friends, but the love I had for that person was stronger. I cry every night, while trying to hold my depression and sadness, well, its not working, my friends can see the paleness in my skin, the dark circles under my eyes, and a they can see me slowly dying, mentally, and physically. I try to ignore the annoying little thought of loving you every time I see you, but it always makes me run away, and cry. I love you, and will always love you, no matter how many times you've hurt me. And now, lets just put it this way; Love is a Mental and Physical Killer.