By: DreamerRoni
A/N: A short piece I wrote after , how I had testing..
Your love is phony. I can tell by the way you look at me. Or should I say, the way you never look at me. You see right past me, or choose not to see at all.
Your love is phony. I can tell by the way you don't listen. I cry to you on the phone, plead to you at your feet to help me. Don't let me hurt me, I say. How can you walk away from that?
My love was real. You could tell by the way I came to you and no one else. I trusted you. You betrayed me. I kissed you, you turned away. I hugged you, and you shrugged it off.
My pain is real. I can tell by the screaming inside my body and the blood dripping from my wrists. Why couldn't you just listen? Do I have to scream to be understood?
Or do I have to die, too?
I have to die..This is real..