Her. (rough draft)

Nothing

Nothing works.

I'm a talker, I'll talk until I can't talk anymore.

But it's not working.

I journal.

Nope.

I just cry. 

I don't understand.

I feel like Pearl, screaming.

"Why are you leavin if I didn't do anything wrong? I thought you liked me?"

She said she did.

Just a few days ago. 

"I'm very much in love with you"

Liar.

A part of me died that day, 

and I'll never be the same.