Bad Boys

Feelings

I stare as I watch him try to speak. I couldn't pity him. He broke my heart. My friends dragged me to the cab and we took an early ride home. He tries to knock at the window but we ignore him as we drive away. I look at the car window and see him on his knees crying. (All readers start listening to Lay Me Down by Sam smith) I look out the window and my friends ask "are you okay." I fake a smile "I'm fine" I wasn't fine. I was on the verge of falling on my face. I wanted to die. I never knew I could feel this way. The cab dropped me off and I walked to my room. I looked at myself in the mirror and began tearing off my makeup. It burned my eyes but I didn't care. I looked in my mirror. I saw sadness. I wasn't back to my single self. I was just sad. I got angry. The feelings. All the memories. It was all a lie. My breath got heavier and I couldn't control myself. I hated how I looked so I punched the mirror and it shattered into billions of pieces. My hand burned and bled. I stumbled to my bed and layer down. I cried and turned to my side. I remembered. He would sleep right there next to me and I would put my head on his warm chest which would go up and down while he breathed. But he wasn't there. It was just me and the cold flat sheet. The tears kept rolling down my face. I still loved him.