Did I just go nuts?

Someone please stop me from harming myself?

Anyone who's been through a break-up knows how I feel.

You want to move on.
You want to go back and fix it.
You still love them for the good stuff.
You start to hate them for making you doubt yourself.
You start to move on.
You keep tripping up.

You keep loving them.
Your love starts to fade one day.
Another day, you realize that you've moved on and it makes a sad - spot on your heart because there was a time when you would have sacrificed everything -- including your dignity -- to make things good again.

I want my life to seem good again.