Everytime I think of how you just let me go is a stab in my chest.

Everytime I think of how you didn't want me at graduation is a stab in my chest.

Everytime I think of that night at the fireworks when you said that I gave a dirty look, well it was the only look I could give that could keep me from crying, is a stab in my chest.

Everytime I think of those mean intial emails is a stab in my chest.

Everytime I think of that day at Mark's and you said I acted weird, well it was the only way I could act to keep from crying, is a stab in my chest.

Everytime I think about how you called me the day after our supposed one-year anniversary telling me what you did the day before is a stab in my chest.

Everytime I think about how you never responded to me telling you that I still loved you is a stab in my chest.

Everytime I think about you with Rads in her hot tub is a stab in my chest.

Everytime I think of how you hung out with my friends was a stab in my chest.

Everytime I think of how my friends might still talk to you is a stab in my chest.

Everytime I think about how you made me believe that you still wanted to be me is a stab in my chest.

Everytime I think about how you said you'd call is a stab in my chest.

Everytime I think about the emails I sent you and the nothing I got in return is a stab in my chest.

Everytime I think about how you said goodbye to everyone but me when you left for college is a stab in my chest.

Everytime I think about how you told me to have hope and be positive and that everything would be alright is a stab in the heart.

Everytime I try not to think about these things, I am reminded and I am stabbed once again.

You would think that after all the stabbing, there'd be nothing left to stab.