The voice in my head.

You cry over a boy who obviously does not care.
You cry, and you cry..hard. 
Each tear contains a little bit of your strength, and before you know it, you're unbearably weak. 
You can't do anything, not even breathe. 
You become careless of your appearance and its awful..
The thought of the situation really just makes you sick because if everything suddenly falls apart...WHAT WILL YOU DO?
That's a scary thought..isn't it?
Starting...over?
That's what holds you back.
The unknown.
You walk around with your head hung down because you don't want the world to see such a pretty face with streaks of chunky mascara and eyeliner running down it.
What a shame..
And what if he leaves? Huh?
Because you've gone and given every ounce of yourself to this boy and now you have nothing.
Or so you feel that way.
And no one can really understand what you feel..right?
Except me..
Because I am you.
Collect yourself..and be the you I know so well.
The you who writes poems..listens to country..dances with her animals because she's feelin' it.
Don't let yourself go just yet, you have something amazing to accomplish.
I promise.