I need to look beyond this, I need to live on with my life. But no matter how hard I try I can never get him out of my chest. I can never forget him.
He’s made my life miserable; he’s made me cry time after time. He’s made me wish I was never born; he’s made me wish I was dead.
All I know is that I need him but he doesn’t care one bit about me. I don’t think he’s ever cared; I never mattered to him, because I was never in his heart, even though he made me believe that I was the only one his heart ever beat for.
I don’t know how yet but someway somehow, someday I’m going to get him off my chest.