she took his love for granted.
A month ago she was crying about a boy who she wasn't even with.
And now.
shes crying because she doesn't feel anything with him.
A month ago she was trying so
damn hard to mask-
every.
single.
fucking.
emotion.
because when you see her she's smiling and you never would think she was cutting her beautiful skin open because of the shitty thing called society.
And now.
shes reaping the percussions of keeping everything hidden away.
her little.
dark.
secret.
so all of this ends with feeling absolutely nothing and going
day after day
without a purpose when you thought your purpose was him.
well...
i guess it wasn't him after all.