It hurts.

It hurts to be betrayed.

It hurts to be left alone.

It stings to know that you’re ultimately the lesser person.

It’s lonely.

Like black embracing you.

I just want to cry myself to sleep.

Want to curl up into a ball.

I feel as if I am walking around with a knife in my chest constantly, but I can’t get it out.

All I want to do is go into a coma.

But I won’t.

I am stronger than that.

Better than that.

Better than you.

I’ll move on.

I’ll find my place.

You hurt me badly, but I’ll get past it.

I never really thought we were meant to last.

I could never deal with what you put me through.

It was hell, feeling that way every day.

I’m done with you.

I’m done with us.

I could never be in a relationship with you again.

Not after how you’ve made me feel.

You know what I’m going through.

You know the hell that I live with every day.

My mom, my school.

So why do you have to make things even harder on me?

It should’ve ended the first time you lied to me.

I should’ve seen what was coming.

The lies, the cheating.

I still don’t believe you when you say it never happened.

And that’s why we can’t be together.

Sorry.