We're nothing more than the shattered picture of us lying in it's own destruction on my bedroom floor.
I'm so mad at you and I even hesitated before slamming it's meaning straight into the ground.
I still love you and that is beyond the most frustrating part of this whole thing to me.
I gave you myself and all you did was ******* leave me in this mess you have no intention of EVER cleaning up.
I want to explain to you how used you've made feel.
Why did you let it go on so long when YOU knew this was the end result?
Why did you let me hope.
Why did you let me give you everything I could have and everything I was not ready to give.
Why do you still have their photos hanging in your room.
Why never any of us.
Why did you not consider the one you "loved" in any of your future?
Why did you let me love you when you knew how much it meant to me?
Why did you use me until the end and string me along.
Why did I not have a say in any of this.
Why did you tell me you loved me through your tears when you had no intention of ever loving me past that.
And why do I never get to see the person I still love never again.
How am I supposed to believe any ever again when they tell me "they love me" when all you did was leave me in this hell.