You promised you'd stay...
You said you wouldn't be leaving... Neither sooner nor later...
I told you not to say that, because I knew that if you made a promise you'd eventually break, that it'd hurt worse.

But you did.

And then you did.

So now you see me in class, with my hood up. Head and hair down.
My shoulders shaking as I silently let the tears roll down my cheeks because I'm just too tired to try and stop them.

You see me with headphones plugged in, my sad songs playing on Spotify.
Not meeting the eyes of the people who ask what's wrong as I pathetically answer, "everything".

You knew I was serious when I told you I almost took my life on a sad, cold winter night.
And then didn't because your face came to mind.

You knew I meant it when I told you that you were my only happiness.
And that if I had never met you I would have never made it past my thirteenth birthday.

You knew it all.
But you still left me.
You still left me all alone, knowing... Knowing that I wouldn't smile at my phone anymore.
Knowing I wouldn't laugh for absolutely no reason again.
Knowing I would start slitting my wrists again.

You knew it all.

All of it.
Every single last bit.

And you still left.