Torn apart

Once again I've put my heart into somebody else's hands and it was torn apart. And here I am, sad and lonely, without know what means to love and be loved, and I maybe never find out, maybe I've stop worrying about this. I need to stop this self destruction and take care of myself before think about being with someone else. I will never be happy with someone else, when I’m not happy with myself. I’m writing this to remember that only we can make our lives better or worse. Only our wishes can make difference in our lives. No one can tell us how to live, they only can give us advices and expect that we will follow it; they can share experiences and expect that we will learn with those experiences.