“You continue to let yourself get hurt by his lies and his apologies knowing they mean nothing. You try so hard to believe him. You listen to his stories knowing their made up. You walk around town with your head hanging low trying not to look at the people walking past you pointing and laughing. They know. You choke back the tears and put on a smile knowing your just another one in a long list of others. You lie to yourself. Making up excuses for why he never calls or why he comes home late wearing lip stick all over his white button up t-shirt. You cry yourself to sleep, asking yourself why he continues to take you heart knowing he doesn't want it. You continue to give him the pieces of your broken heart. You think you can change him. You can't. He knows as long as he has you wrapped around his finger he can push and pull you wherever he wants. He's using you like a toy. Your family tries to help you but you push them all away. You tell them they don't know him like you do. You say they don't understand what you both have been threw. You continue to ignore the comments, acting as if you could care less. We all know they tear you apart, bit by bit. Piece by piece. You don't understand why he isn't happy. You ask yourself what is it about all these other girls that makes him love them and not you. It's not your fault. You cant help the helpless.”
