I’m sitting on the train. My iPod has died. I need the music to drown out my thoughts. Thoughts that are killing me. Splitting my heart. Shattering it into many pieces. A tear rolls down my cheek. Another. A woman glances over me. Please don’t ask if I’m OK. I don’t deserve the kindness.
I’m sitting in the car. I let out a scream. A scream of frustration. Hurt. Loneliness. Rejection. Regret. A realisation. I was nothing. I meant nothing. You did not give a shit about me. Or my feelings. I was used. Used and tossed aside. You have killed me.
I’m lying in bed. You post a picture of you and her. She’s your favourite now. How could you do this to me? How did I fall for it all? This complete and utter bullshit you fed me. I hate myself. I hate what we did. I wish I had never met you. You say your the nicest person. Babes you are not even close. You are the worst.