You asked me what is wrong.
Like you even care.
But for a second I almost believed that you still cared.
So I said that everything was wrong.
But then I started to think.
How could anything be wrong if nothing was ever right?
The day that we decided to split I cried even though I was the one saying the words.
But you said that we would still be friends and I would always be yours.
I thought that splitting was a good idea.
But soon after I saw you with her.
The new me.
The one who has replaced me.
The one that you now choose over me.
The one that you hug.
The one that makes you laugh.
The one you give all your attention to.
So I sit alone at lunch.
Starring at you two.
The way that you look at her.
Like you used to look at me.
Like she is the world.
I cry silently.
I kick myself.
If only I would have stayed quiet that night.
It was only a little fight.
But you did not like that I fought back.
So you threaten to break up with me.
So I went home and sat on my bed with a blade in my hand.
Knowing that I was never good enough.
So I broke up with you before you could get to me.
That was the worst decision of my life so far.
Because even though you hurt me, I still love you.
I am with him now, because my mom approves.
But I always keep looking at you.
So you asked me what was wrong.
How could anything be wrong if nothing was ever right?