Was it my fault this time? Am I the one that ******* up? I just got so sick. I just got so tired. Your ******* got to me. You're fake. You're rude. You have never proved that you cared. Only on the good days do we have fun together. Otherwise you pick on me. Call me a ***. Call me too innocent. Call me too young. You don't treat me like you do others– And I think that is because you realized I am not like them. You realized I don't believe the *******. I won't play your stupid little games. I'm not like the other girls. I don't change for you. I won't change for you. Even if it means I have to tell people– Why I am heartbroken, Why I haven't smiled, Or maybe why I smile so much more. And I will tell them this: "I smile more, I cry more, and I laugh so much more because of this simple truth: I broke up with my best friend."