That you are alone in this world, and that you no long have a reason to live.

I am a slow dying flower, in the frost-killing hour, sweet turning sour and untouchable.
We only accept the love we think we deserve.
This world is a cruel and ugly place to live in, but once in a while, we’re reminded of how beautiful it can be.
The worst feeling is knowing that you aren’t needed.
That you are alone in this world, and that you no long have a reason to live.