She walks in to her room,
he hurt her again, but she would take him back if
he asked. She turns on the CD player blasting Taylor
Swift until the music blocks out the pain. She picks up a
blade, and thinks, ‘I’m worthless.’
He walks in to his room,
and immediately punches the wall. ‘I’ve hurt her,
again, she’ll never take me back.’ He tells himself.
He lays on his bed, telling himself how much he
hates himself. “She was the one for me,” He says.