Do you ever hear your cell phone ring and answer it, hoping to hear his voice? Or even a simple text message, hoping it’s from him? Do you ever remember the memories, the places, the moments? How about when he kissed you by surprise and told you he loved you? The moment he cried because you were in a fight, or the times he got upset because he cared? Just being in the places you’ve been makes your stomach ache. Thinking you see him but yet it’s just another person. Smelling him everywhere you go, and it makes your skin crawl. He told you forever, didn’t he? He held your hand, made you feel like you were his number one. He told you he’d give everything and anything for you. You were his whole world, his life, his every breath. The moments you were so close together, you felt his warmth breath. Even the face he made when he wanted to kiss you.
It was only just a dream, just a vision, just a nightmare.
When girls cry, it’s not over just one thing, it’s built up anger and tears that they’ve been holding in for so long. they try to put a smile on their face everyday so that no one will see the hurt they’re really feeling. Sometimes, the girls that seem the happiest are the one’s breaking down inside.
Yeah, it’s sad you’re gone. But I’m having a better time without you here; I get everything I want & more. Lots more attention & love. You wanted to leave; You left a loving family, shelter and food. But now, I’ve got all that and you don’t. Yeah it sounds harsh, but it’s what you wanted, right?
Shut up, wipe those tears from your eyes, print out a picture of him, and throw darts at it until there’s a hole in your fucking bedroom wall. Look in the mirror and scream until you can’t breathe, blast your favorite song and laugh. I want you to find yourself again. Because the girl I knew months ago before she met that asshole who changed her temporarily used to not give a shit about what people say. He fucking destroyed you, and nobody messes with my friends, give me his number - his life is about to be hell.