Trying to sleep is torment. After what he did, after who he was with. How could I deal? Everybody thinks it's a game. To me, it was real. With him I was different, I was myself. I shared that with him. He crumpled my love up, and threw it away. That's what most boys do right? They pry, and pry, until they get underneath your skin enough to break you. I was broken alright. I can't deal with this whole thing anymore. All the lies, the betrayals. The kisses although they were good, I couldn't stand them anymore. Nobody was helping me, no one was fighting. They all just kicked me harder while I was down, broke me more than I needed to be. Than I wanted to be.