You feel worthless.
You feel weak.
As if there is nothing left.
Nobody's there for you.
Not even your own boyfriend.
The Pain:
You fall so hard for someone.
Treating them like they are glass.
And you are the soft blanket around them.
Like they are a sharp piece.
But yet to delicate.
Sharp enough to slice a bone.
But fragile enough to shatter into pieces by one tap.
Burning on the inside.
Living with ones self.
Nothing but lies.
Guilty and broken down inside.
Hiding the hurt eyes.
From all the more lies.
But asking why.
Why does it happen.
Why could it just stay the way it was before.
Or why it fell so far.
