Teenage hearts.

Don't you dare look at me like that.

I don't want your pity.

Can't you see you're making me uncomfortable?

Can't you see my fist digging into your chair.

These tears aren't here. I'm not here. I'm gone.

Oh please you don't understand.

These scars are here for a reason.

I can't hold on much longer.

I feel it erupting in my stomach. Crawling up my throat, and leaking out of my eyes.

I can't understand what you're saying, I can't see you. I can't even feel the floor when I hit with my fist. All I know is that he is gone, and I'm nothing.