You destroyed me.

From the minute you left me in the dark I felt like I was drowning. No matter how hard I try I can't get you out of my head. You're always there--at every corner of my mind. Every thought ends with you despite my efforts to forget.

I'm a good girl, but you got me addicted. Your voice and your eyes...they were like a drug to me. You brought utter chaos into my life, but I just couldn't let go.

I see you and my body breaks down. My heartbeat accelerates, my hands shake uncontrollably, my knees go weak, and my voice vanishes. You control me, even though I hate to admit it, you do.

I hate myself for giving you the power; the power to make me see myself in a different way. A way that would make my mother cry. The scary part is that you know you have this power over me and you choose to abuse it.

I'm barely hanging on, but you? You're unaffected, you're not even phased. You have so many girls throwing themselves in your direction that you probably don't even remember my name.

Who am I to you? I'm nobody, at least not anymore. Your days continue as normal...that quirky half-smile flashed at everyone, that laugh echoing through the air.

It's not fair. You left without a scratch, or even a tear. Here I am, broken from the inside out and suffering day to day. There you are, same as before, if not even better than before.

I don't get it. How is this so easy for you? You're either really good at hiding it, or you're just not human. To be human is to feel, and after this you've had to at least felt something.

Your smile floods my thoughts and the sad part is, it still makes me happy. You still make me happy. I want, more than anything, to hate you, but you're irresistible.

It kills me to allow myself to feel this way. To let you do this to me. I never thought I would let a boy impact me so deeply. That's all you are, you're just a boy. You're just a person and there are so many more people in this world, but for some reason I can't let go.

I'm holding on to the idea of what we could have been. That one insane idea that we could have been amazing. It's painful to think about, but I can't stop myself.

It's not fair that you aren't torn apart like I am. It's not fair that you aren't broken.

I am happy for you though. I would never wish this on anyone, especially not you. It hurts me to say this, but I am happy as long as you are. That's how you know what I felt was real...I want you to be happy, even though you destroyed me.