What's the sense in anything, it's just one more goodbye...

I've never been good at goodbyes. But for some reason I'm always the subject of them. I've never been good at falling in love. But for some reason my heart overbears by head. And I've never been good at hiding my tears...but I seem to master being hurt. Heart break feels so much worse than it sounds. I don't know if it can be repaired this time. As the tears stream down my face...all I can think about is what I'll never have. I don't want to die alone; but that is my number one fear.