If I have learned anything in the last three years, it would be that I’m unlovable, worthless, and crazy.That is what you’ve shown me.
Then because I actually feel things I’m a monster. At least I feel, at least I care how I treat others. If it doesn’t help you, you don’t help it. If it doesn’t go with how or what you think, it doesn’t matter. Yet in spite of all your flaws, I love you anyways.
I am worth some much more then you care to give me. I deserve so much more then you see and decide is acceptable.
I am worth something.
I am a person. Someone with feelings and someone who cares.
Now I’m starting to care about all the pain I’m feeling. I thought fighting for you was romantic. Because you act like you want it. Right before you rip my mending heart back out of my chest and leave me to see if I survive.
I’m barely breathing this time.
You left me for dead.
And you’re getting your wish.