Ever since we broke up, i've been a wreck, a mess. Not because I miss you, but because it was like you were trying to kill me and I had no idea what you were doing.

You walked around for so long saying that i'm crazy and warning people that i'm psyco.

I know that I hurt you with a couple of small lies but you left life long bruises on my mental health.

You've hurt me more than anyone else I know. You crushed me and made me into a monster.

You knew how and where to cut me deep once you drove me away form my family and friends.

Maybe you figured out that every time you called me a whore I would sink further into the ditch you had been digging.

It's been years now and I'm still having a hard time forgiving you.

I wonder if you even realize the damage you caused me. I wonder if you even know how much pain I'm still in years later.

I'm the type of girl who can't run away because I'm afraid of what will happen and that's how it was with you. I was afraid to leave you to see/hear what you'd do/say.

You slowly killed me inside.

Every day, I walk through life hoping today is the day i'll forgive you... But then the memories come back and I know i'll never ever be able to forgive you, no matter how hard I try.

I am not holding a grudge, but the weight of what you did to me has caused me so so so much pain and so many problems. I am over you, but not what you did to me.