Start of 7th Grade.
New school, means new surroundings, means new people.
That year I met him.
He was my first....
My first LOVE. ❤️
Love at first sight.
I held my feelings in for 2 years.
That amount of feelings, on me, on anyone...
Would make you do things,
Things that only you should know...
He made me feel insecure....
Best friends, for 2 years...
Now...
Strangers....
I guess I should've held my feelings in for good...
Because now...
The cutting is worse...
I cut nearly everyday. Every second I'm away from him, I get more depressed.
But when I'm with him, I'm even more depressed,
Because I know I can't have him...
I've watched him and them...
All those girls...
Why couldn't he just look in front of him...
And see...me...
Aren't I good enough?
