Still

I’m still single

still ugly

still fat

still a loser

still not famous

still stupid

still not funny

still not happy

still not myself

still faking every smile

still crying myself to sleep

still thinking about him

still wishing you didn’t leave

still mending my broken heart

still can’t trust anyone

still a psychopath,

still jealous

still have no true friends

still hate myself

still filled with pain

still dancing with tears in my eyes

still losing it

still annoyed by everyone

still drink to forget

still scream into my pillow

still feel worthless

still alone

still silent

still want to die

still hate myself

still look at old pictures of us

still watch our videos

still remember everything you said to me

still think about all our memories

still replay our dates in my mind

still in love with you

still not over you

still stuck in this town

still treated like a child

still hated by you

still wondering why

still slowly poisoning myself

still crying when alone

still depressed

still suicidal

still broken

still feel alone

still in love with someone who doesn’t love me

still a mess

still wondering if you think of me

still wondering if you miss me

still want to call you

still stuck in the pass

still wondering why you picked her

still devastated

still hurt

still in love with you

still think about you

still miss us

still losing it

still jealous

still, still, still