Why Me?

So a girl tore my heart out after making me promise things that i actually was going to do for her, but she made me seem like the bad person to everyone. Apparently I broke another girls heart while doing this to make me happy, and the girl that made me promise had a bf that she had hidden from me. Say hello to why I despise girls that act like they're friggen godly. I followed her to my god-damned downfall.

How could she do this to me?
Was it me who caused this to be?
What does it matter?
Lets not make a clatter.
I have to keep strong,
Get through everything when it’s wrong.
How could she do this?
But I don’t care lil’ miss.
This will end in the same way.
With me sad at the end of the day.
Answering the question or not,
It’ll still be a bunch of rot.
This life becomes less and less.
I think it’s time that I should confess.
But no not too soon.
Or it will be unreachable like a runaway balloon.
Girls and women, children.
Their words send me into a lions den.
A place not meant for me to enter.
But knowing me, I’ll head for the center.
This place is unknown, almost unwanted.
I could’ve stayed home but my thought was stunted.
In the end, it’s all the same.
Everyone points at me, I’m to blame!