What are you supposed to do when the person who broke your heart is flirting and hanging out with your best friends? When your friends approve their actions and tell them to leave you when you've done nothing wrong? When you've ripped out your heart for them and they just slice it and leave it there to bleed? I don't know the answers to these questions, and probably never will. In all my life I've never felt so vunerable, so alone. Even when I had no family, when I got beat I still had my friends. But now theyive hurt me to almost the worst extent. They weren't there to comfort me. I was truly alone and they didn't care. My back slid down the bumpy bathroom wall till I totally on the ground. My knees coming to my chin. My sobs came out loud and uncontrollable. My sight my blurred by my tears. My heart began to ache, like someone was slicing it open slowly. I clenched my teeth but the pain didn't stop. I looked in the mirror across the room. My face was red, my lips trembling. My eyes were puffy and red. I looked like a pathetic excuse for a being. What happened to that strong girl? Where was she now? I stood up brushed myself off and readied to head back to class.
TwistedShaddows · Mon Feb 04, 2008 @ 09:49pm · 1 Comments |