I hate when we were at the bus stop and you and Maddy would be close. I don't know it might just be because I was afraid to lose you and then a couple of day later I find out that she kissed you but that doesn't even bother me its that you kissed her the day we broke up. I fucking hate how people do that like that makes me thing AM I NOT FUCKING GOOD ENOUGH.I always think about that though and that's why i fucking hate my self so much and you just wanna make me scream but you don't know that i said the reason i tried to kill my self on that late October night was because of family problems but i didn't tell you how much it hurt when you told me that i needed help like i need help but with you by my side was much greater therapy then any teen coping group could ever show me and this thing called love it makes you so happy and special and then at the end of it you feel so helpless and depressed but i guess that's what happens when you date a depressed child one say i need to leave because I need sometime to get better and another one says YOU NEED HELP.I feel so sick to my stomach when i see you kiss her I remember all the time you kissed me and when I found out that you fucked her I wanted to do something i didn't know what but something to get rid of the pain.crazy how in English class I can't write a fucking paragraph but when something hurts me or is on my mind for too long then i just spill it out.now i just sit and reminisce about the last time we hung out at your dads house now thinking to my self damn you look good in teal.this may not be a poem but i feel like someone can relate somewhere.
