It was on this day, that you made me cry. This day, one year ago, you told me something, and that's what ruined us.
What we had was strong, so strong that it couldn't be broken. But then you said those words. That's what tore us apart.
I loved you. You where my first and only love. I needed nothing else as long as I had you. I felt whole with you. But that was then.
There was nothing between us for a long time. Pure silence, I've heard for the longest time. Nothing but being ignored was all I felt. Sadness and depression filled my soul.
Slowly, over time, I stopped caring. I stopped feeling, needing things. Instead of being that "happy energetic ball of sunshine," as you used to say I was, I became dull and coldhearted, almost to the point where I was mean instead of nice. Snapping at people for no reason. Threatening It was horrible.
Each day, I would go home and cry. I'd talk to the wall, being that none of my friends understood.
I was lost, hurt… Broken.