Your in your room, sitting on the floor, blocking the door so no one bothers you. You have your phone in your hand hoping and wishing he would call or text. Makeup runs down your face from all the tears. In your head you replay all of the memories and fun times but mostly there last conversation. You wishe you said things differently then you did. You think to yourself, I'll never get him back.

Everyone thinks you cry for attention but you don't.
You've had enough,
Your fed up,
Your tired,
Your sick of crying yourself to sleep every night,
Your sick of everyone judging you,
You sick of reality.

Mirror, Mirror on the wall, Don't you see what you show, is ruining me?

You are sick of making things worse
You are sick of being hurt
You are sick of crying yourself to sleep
You are sick of hating everything
You are sick of faking a smile You are sick of feeling this way You are sick of letting people down
You are sick of being yourself

You smile but your not really happy
You ask but you don't want to know
You laugh but you don't find it funny
You cry but it doesn't really mean anything
You get up but your not really awake
You sleep but you aren't resting
You're alive but you aren't really living

They all I'm to young to understand love but I understand love, I do. Love is perfect, amazing, beautiful, just plain awesome, the tears on your pillow, the outbursts of laughter in the middle of class, friendship set on fire, like a war between your head and heart, both your enemy and your best friend, what makes you keep going back to him, pain and happiness at the same time, you, you, you, you.