You tell yourself you’re just not gonna care
But you do. You always do.
That you’re not gonna message her
Because you know that she doesn’t feel the same
But you keep on sending her messages anyway,
Because deep in your heart, there’s that hope that she just might
And you continue with your days smiling, doing your best to win her.
And when what you’re expecting happens-that which you knew all along,
It shatters you.
You feel the pain in your heart, a pain so real and excruciating, you feel it physically.
And you don’t know what to do with it.
You want the pain to stop, but it just won’t
So you sit there, you light a cigarette and with every puff, hope it will just stop.
But it just won’t.
Your pain is real.
Endure it. Feel the sadness.
Cry if you must, but don’t ever make yourself believe that you’re not worthit.
You are worth so much more than your worst moments.