So the fourth and last week came. You didn't bother to call or either text me.
Couldn't you at least remember how much that would tear me down? How much i would suffer, because of my lack of self-confidence and that you had been my anchor?
I felt miserably, i didn't eat much and when i did; i had to threw up. It was funny, how i cried myself into the sleep whilst thinking about you, where you in the meantime didn't even thought about me a single time. Not even once.
New Scars appeared on my pale skin. They've had been reminders for myself; how worthless i've been. Still am.
I had a lot of outbrust of fury, i destroyed anything i could, screamed and cried. I teared myself apart.
But where were you, when i needed you the most?
Oh, i almost forgot to narrate, how i found out from your mother that you've met several days another girl and stayed longer because of that.
You must've really cared about me. How ironic.
