Broken

Each time I laid my eyes on her, I felt more and more lonely. I will never understand what he saw in her. All that was visible to me was a seductive, selfish, demonic, and dishonest high school girl.
Knowing that I wasn't good enough for him while she was made me die inside. My heart had been defeated in every which way possible because of her. He said he was caught up in the mood of the night when she slyly persuaded him to leave behind the empty beer bottles and pounding music to follow her into the dark, concealed room.
I had never been so dedicated to anyone before him. Knowing that I made him happy filled me with warmth.
But, I now know it was all fake. It was merely a twisted game he was playing with my naive, fragile heart.
He broke me, yet I still felt weak without him. Living in a world where he wasn't entirely mine made me go numb.
His betrayal will forever haunt me and make me question what I did wrong to deserve such disloyalty from him.
To me, he wasn't just another person I passed in the hallways whom I had no connection to. He was my other half, and I could never be myself again without him. I could never obtain true happiness. I could never wake up another morning knowing everything he claimed he felt for me was reality, and not just a devious lie to blind me from what was truly occurring behind closed doors.
I was broken. And at this point, there was no hope in mending my hollow, empty heart.