"It's okay baby, it's going to be okay." His tall frame held my fragile, petite one.

"No, it's not. You're going to leave too." Little did I know in that moment... he really would.

"I love you." In that moment, I froze.

"I hate you." In that moment, I shattered.

"You lied to me." I didn't lie.

"You never meant anything to me." In that moment, I was gone beyond repair.

"I care." In that moment, I was doubtful.

"I'm sorry." In this moment, I was truthful.

"Please don't take those pills again." In this moment, I wasn't worried.

"Are you okay?" An question that the answer will never grace my lips.

I'm breaking, but I'm not broken. Not yet.