Tears are falling down my cheeks.
As I sit on my porch.
Listening to music.
My mascara running down my face.
'He hates me' I whisper.
'I despise myself, and he does too' I say.
Wrapping my arms around my knees.
Another tear falls.
I try to clean off the mascara with my sleeve.
She comes out and asks if I've been crying.
I say I'm fine, she walks inside.
She didn't even care, at all.
Another tear falls to my knee as I hide my face.
Holding back a scream as I sob.
Just crying on my front porch.
