"You'll never be there for me."

The words sliced my skin,

Making it's way in.

The letters stabbed my heart,

Twenty-three symbols tearing it apart.

The tears threatened to spill,

As my lungs refused to fill.

My thoughts were blank,

The curve of my smile sank.

I couldn't focus on the book,

Holding in the pain, I shook.

I typed a reply, wishing it would end.

But no, I could no longer defend.

Defeated and feeling lost,

I knew my features had frost.

Crawling into my comfy bed,

No matter the distraction,

The accusation resided in my head.