Another poem

I sit here in this lonely room,
thinking about all this gloom.
How can it be,
that he wasn't the one for me?

Do I really need this,
I dont think so cause im getting pissed.
I see him in the hall,
But he seems to always be in a call.

Is it another girl?
Is He giving someone a whirl?
Has he found his one?
leaving me with this to my head, this gun.

I try so hard to look at others,
But all this thinking of him is making me smother.
My thoughts are drowning my words,
maybe someday he'l turn to just a blurr.

Our memories will fade,
what have i become, look at what he's made.
Im no longer that joyful girl,
who out of no where wld just twirl.

im no longer who you knew,
when i see him i just wanna point and yell "you"
look what i am, who have i became?
Someone i dont wanna be.