That sixteenth note necklace you gave me for my birthday, which is exactly a week after yours, hangs from my neck like a nuce.
It hangs as an ugly reminder of the happiness that used to be.
Strange how such a small piece of metal can cause such pain. It's sad how I cannot bring myself to take it off.
I see you in the hallway, and out of habit I go to you and almost hug you.
I stop myself and turn away before you notice me. I run into the bathroom and look at the mess in the mirror.
How could i go from such a beaming person, into a horrible mess of a woman in less than a minute?
I knew you were too good to be true in the first place. Your family suited me to well, and I was too happy.
I fight the urge to run up to you and beg for you back and tell you that I can't get over you.
Every day is a struggle knowing that I am no longer your 'beautiful girl'
Why can't the nuce just kill me already?
Does it have to hang there as a painful reminder?
The scrap metal gets into my thoughts, causing them to run ramped.
I talked to you yesterday, all i could say was " I'm sorry" .
See this letter, or whatever it is, why can't you just read this?
Why can't i just tell you this?
Am I that worthless, that broken?
But I guess the best words that sums this all up is :