He music was slow, sweet. It hurt. He'd said he'd be here. And now i realized he truly doesn't care. I've been ditched, dumped. And now, here I am, standing at the outside edges of the dance, with a song playing that I should be dancing with him to. I wasn't gonna let myself cry. I just need to keep it together for a few more hours, and then I can let it all go. Someone was walking toward me, but I didn't want company. He held out his hand, and asked me to dance. I felt guilty as I took his hand; this dance is for so,some else. But it's not like he wants I. Or me. So I put my head in the boy's chest and swayed to the beat. I closed my eyes and a single tear fell. The boy said he could ease my pain, but truly, he made it worse. And the guilt tears me apart, even though you never wanted me Anyway.