I love you , but I hate you. I wanna die, but I don’t. You don’t know what you’ve done to me. I feel so lost, and alone, and heartbroken. Covering it up with my laugh and smile can only go for so long. But when I’m at home, all alone in my room. I tend to think about you, and think about what happened, and trying to figure out what I did wrong. I wake up every morning not motivated to get up, to smile, to put on this act that I know will soon unwrap. But hoping that it catches your attention, and maybe you’ll want me back. That maybe I am the perfect girl, and you’ll realize it, hopefully. But then I hit reality and realize I’m not perfect at all, and I see what I did to drive you away. But, I don’t take it back. Your lame excuse for leaving will never be believed. You’re moved on now, and I can’t go on a date with another guy without the constant reminder of you. Feeling guilty that I wish I was with you instead, that I could just be in your arms again, and you would kiss me on my forehead when we cuddled. I miss laying next to you and just looking into your eyes, and feeling butterflies. Our crazy talks, and adventures. Anything, if not EVERYTHING is a reminder of you. I don’t know how I could still be so infatuated, so deeply head over heels for someone who probably doesn’t even think twice about how I am doing… I am lost-someone please find me.