Look what you did to me. I’m sure you must be happy that you’ve found your way into making my life miserable. Showing me that being friends with you is the only way to deal with the pains I’ve experienced in the past, when what I needed was to accept and move on. I couldn’t do that. I held onto those pains. I became bitter and aggressive.

You convinced me that you were the only way to go. When I was sad you came. I broke down, I screamed and I cut my wrist with a blade. I asked myself: why me? Now I realise what you’ve done to me. I’m letting go of you.


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