I suppose I should have seen this coming. I mean, it always happens. Always.
This boy, that made me feel so special and treated me like I was the only girl in the world, did exactly what they've all done; he stomped on my already damaged heart and trampled it until there was nothing left.
How did he do such a thing? He happened to have recently gotten a new girlfriend and brought her with him to the homecoming football game, which, of course, I was at. One of his friends mentioned it to me and, since no one knew how I felt how about him, I had to pretend I didn't even care and laugh it off.
When I found out, though, something inside me just sort of collapsed and fell apart. I really wasn't angry or sad, though I did want to cry a little, I just felt very... hollow. It was like seeing them together was the final straw, it was the thing that finally broke me. I should be devastated. I should be bawling my eyes out and wanting to stab him in the face. But I don't feel anything.
I'm so empty, so devoid of emotion, that I'm actually a little scared. My head keeps telling me I should be feeling something and I try to force myself to feel it but it's not real. I was a wreck before, torn apart and sewn back together too many times to count, but now there's no other way to describe it except that I'm broken. I'm broken and I don't think anyone can fix it this time.
~Wannabe
This boy, that made me feel so special and treated me like I was the only girl in the world, did exactly what they've all done; he stomped on my already damaged heart and trampled it until there was nothing left.
How did he do such a thing? He happened to have recently gotten a new girlfriend and brought her with him to the homecoming football game, which, of course, I was at. One of his friends mentioned it to me and, since no one knew how I felt how about him, I had to pretend I didn't even care and laugh it off.
When I found out, though, something inside me just sort of collapsed and fell apart. I really wasn't angry or sad, though I did want to cry a little, I just felt very... hollow. It was like seeing them together was the final straw, it was the thing that finally broke me. I should be devastated. I should be bawling my eyes out and wanting to stab him in the face. But I don't feel anything.
I'm so empty, so devoid of emotion, that I'm actually a little scared. My head keeps telling me I should be feeling something and I try to force myself to feel it but it's not real. I was a wreck before, torn apart and sewn back together too many times to count, but now there's no other way to describe it except that I'm broken. I'm broken and I don't think anyone can fix it this time.
~Wannabe
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