My feelings are drowned with guilt and sorrow.
I then wanted to not only spend my life with him, I wanted Everything with him.
I felt my love grow stronger Everyday, I trudged through the halls alone, afraid to move next, as if I were to fall off.
I loved him with Every part of me, inside and out. I showed him more of myself than to anyone else, and he still refuses to understand me.
He had to ask how to make me happy, "What do I need to do to make you happy?", He would say. I think to myself, "How could he, why would he ask me questions like that!"
Almost 2 years, and he still doesn't know me, to what makes me happy, I am just tempted to scream in front of him, to show what I am doing on the inside.
He was my love, belated or not… But now, only a painful memory.
Screaming in the dark as I dream another nightmare, to see his face as I'm being mutilated , as I watch him with another.
I'm nothing but a used up tissue to him, he threw me away..
Along with his fake promises of Forever…