Broken

I can't remember the last time I woke up, not feeling upset, not wanting to scream or cry again. Each day was the same thing, I'd walk down the halls of school, pretending not to hear the whispers of everyone around me. It was the same jokes, same hurtful words. Apparenty I hooked up with all of Noah's friends. I know what they say about me isn't true, but each time they say it, it fucking hurts, and sometimes the things they say gets to me, enough for me to wonder if it's really true.