Sometimes It's Okay To Cry

Her

It all happened so fast. My life fell apart in a snap of her fingers. She was my everything. She kept me going everyday. Then it all just stopped. It was like nothing mattered anymore. Life was pointless. Everything I did was to make her happy. To help her. She didn't need to do anything for me. Just having her there for me to talk to was enough. She was my world, and I was just a piece of grass in her's. I tried everything to keep her around, but she just wouldn't stay.