Minutes feel like hours,
Hours feel like days,
Days feel like months.
I hate not being able to speak to you.
People stare at me & I have to sit back and take it.
You were like my own personal guardian.
You kept everything bad away from me.
Now, you’re gone.
I’ve lost you.
And for what?
For unnecessary & unimportant people to talk about me?
Make up lies?
To get what I wanted?
But that’s not what I wanted.
I wanted you & just you.
I still want to keep you.
I miss you.
But I don’t think any of it matters now.
So for that reason I keep quiet.
I don’t think he loves me anymore. Actually let me rephrase that; he DOESN’T love me anymore.