from the day i was born i was told "never give
up on something that makes you happy"... i never dd...
but now as i sit alone, i wonder, is this
"happyness" really worth the constant pain?
The pain of seeing you walking in the halls holding his hand
instead of mine... constatly trying to prove why im worth it...
knowing you dont love me and probably never did... but then
i see your name light up on my phone and i smile and
think
"ya... your worth the pain"