I wake up each morning,
And hope my past is all a dream.
I get out of bed and into the shower,
To wash away the filth of past days.

I put on my makeup,
Though it’s probably no use,
Since it’ll be washed away,
By my own tears.

Into the kitchen I will trudge,
And into the fridge I will gaze,
But I’m too distraught to even eat;
I’ve gone hungry for five daysm

Now I’m forced to go to school,
As I am every other day.
To see you not pay attention to me,
Or acknowledge me in the least.

Maybe I really did matter to you;
I can’t tell if it was a lie.
But now the memories we had,
Is all I will ever hold on to.