• No matter how many times you ignore me, or how many times you push me away. When you get mad at me, or when you avoid me. Why cant I be mad?When you walk with other girls, or wait for them and not me. I cant get mad, why is that? Even if I’m your girl friend. Even if I trusted you with my innocence, I can never be mad. I gave you my heart, gave it to you so you can protect it and keep it safe, yet you threw it on the ground, stepped on it, spat on it, grounded it into dirt, why do I see my self always running back? Is it possible to live without a heart? I guess so, I do it everyday. Do you not see how bad it hurts when you can carry on a conversation with other girls and not me? But yet, id stay quiet forever as long as I’m with you. Sometimes…sometimes I think I’m not pretty enough for you. That I cant be as perfect as I want to be, just to please you. I’ve tried not eating, overdosing on diet pills, and even doing hundreds of jumping jacks. I’m not that experienced, or that bright. I cant do cart wheels, I cant dance, I cant belch like a lady or say my ABCs backwards. I’m not perfect. But, why do you still say those words? “I love you.” you say it all the time. It makes me feel so alive, and yet when I say it back, it doesn’t seem real. I try, believe me I try, but I cant express my self the way you can. But then I wonder. If u love me so much, why do you pass me in the hallways like I’m nobody? Why do you give me angry looks like you don’t want to be with me, or why do you act like I’m not even there? Is that really love? Or just your kind. But I’m fine with that. I’m a big girl. I can take a little heart break, a little neglect. Well, I take that back…I really cant. doesn’t it show? don’t you see how sad and depressed I am everyday? I just want you to ask me what’s wrong, to be concerned, to annoy me when I’m sad, annoy the hell out of me until I just break down into your arms. But, I guess that’ll never happen. I mean, my pain, my sorrow, my god damn unhappiness. It never shows. Because when I’m with you, when I’m with everyone else, when I’m in public, its all a fake. A front. I’m always hiding behind a smile. But I wouldn’t expect you to know that, I mean you don’t even try. I don’t see you out side of school, you don’t even make an attempt to ask me out on a date. Sometimes I think it wont work. Were just to friends that suck face and engage in sexual pleasures. Friends with benefits. Is there really love there? I like to say there is...deep deep down. Were young. We don’t know any better. But we’ll make it. Id say, we’ll be together forever.
    Or well that’s what I thought until I woke up from that fairytale, a fairytale I wanted stay in forever. Now I see that you never loved me. Your kind of love wasn’t real. You never cared. And what hurts the most out of all this: I believed you.