PRIDE.PRIDE.PRIDE

Pride is what’s keeping me from dialing his number and asking him what’s wrong.

Pride is what’s keeping me from texting him and asking if he’s mad at me.

Pride is what’s keeping me from begging him to change his mind.

Pride is what’s keeping me from asking him to stay.

Pride is what’s keeping me showing a façade and fooling everybody that I’m okay even though I’m not.

Pride is what’s keeping me going even though I’m broken inside.

PRIDE. PRIDE. PRIDE. And my friends tell me I don’t have that anymore. NEWSFLASH people:

If I didn’t have my pride, I could have called him and asked him what the hell I did for him to act so indifferent towards me.

If I didn’t have my pride, I could have asked him to stay.

If I didn’t have my pride, I could have told him he still makes my day.

And though I still have my pride, I can’t bear the thought of him seeing other girls.

PRIDE. Stand tall or swallow it?