You are my sunshine.

I sat on the bathroom floor, eyes swelling up with tears... but I wasn't crying. I held back.

I had a pair of shears in my hand and I was pulling at my hair, chopping it all off. I no longer felt beautiful in the eyes of anyone anymore. I would kiss you, but you wouldn't kiss me back. Rejection, and I couldn't accept it. I couldn't handle it.

In the meantime I was leaving you messages on your phone. My voice growing weaker and weaker with every one. Seventy-two missed calls.

You loved me. And I knew it. You just didn't want to show it.

But the truth is, I haven't felt beautiful since the last time you told me that I was. Not honestly anyways.

After all this time, that kiss goodbye still haunts me.