Non Believer

You gave up on me.

So I sat and cried, until my eyeballs flooded with tears.

For three days after, more and more friends supported me.

More than you ever did.

They said not to worry or stress, but to have fun and relax.

It's a fantastic idea, but put into action, it's difficult.

I wonder how someone so perfect, so amazing, could turn against me.

The more I despise this entire situation, the more I cope.

But one small voice of hope yells at the top of its lungs you'll come back for me.

I asked you if I should listen, you responded in a hateful way.

And yet, one day, maybe you will miss me, in some place new and exciting to you.

Maybe you already met someone better, and it tortures me that I don't know if it's true.

I'm tortured because I allow myself to BE tortured.

And I will never find someone as great as the person you were at first.

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[Bright Eyes]

I like this because it is very honest. Don't shy away from using descriptive language.