You will never know, what it means, to love me.

I was so sure about going to school tomorrow. I felt okay again; I felt ready. Then you came along, and ruined it all. Why don't you believe in me? Now I'm all alone, in my room, crying. What have I done to you? Why do you have to make me feel this way? I was just beginning to feel better.

And what about you? You're not any better than him! You should be here, hugging me, kissing me, telling me everything's gonna be okay; making me feel safe again.

And you? I love you. I think I'm gonna text you know, so you can make me feel better. Then I might stop crying, and thinking about what I wanna do tonight.........