Last night

I cried, because I’m not strong enough to keep it all inside…

I slept, because it was the only way to keep me from having some sort of breakdown…

I woke up at 5, and got out of bed, even though its Sunday,

because I couldn’t stand to dream about it anymore…

I didn’t say a word to my family, because every word I say, reminds me…

I didn’t look in any mirrors, because my reflection tells me that I’m not good enough…

Last night…

I didn’t cry for you…

Oh no…

I was sad because of you…

But I cried and did all the other stuff because this always happens…

Because I lost a summer love…

Because no one understands me…

Because I thought this was different…

Because I thought this time you cared…

Because its not fair…

Because my best-friend has an amazing relationship and they’ve managed to stay together for a long time now…

Why cant I manage that…?

 Because I’m always second best…</3