Open Wound.

Mon, 06/15/2015 - 19:15 -- kemi09

"She doesn't care for my life." That...that cut me.
Deeper than any pain I have ever experienced before.
Deeper than all the pain I've experienced times 10.
Because I cared for your life, more than mine.
Which is why I was willing to sacrifice it for your happiness.
You talk to me like I'm an acquaintance.
As if
I didn't give you 3 years of my fucking life.
As if
You weren't my first everything.
As if
I mean nothing to you.
I've told you a million times over and under I'm sorry, please.
I've tried and I've tried and I've tried to show you I was getting better. That I DID have a lot of love in me to give to you.
I don't know what else you want from me or what else you want me to do.
If this pain is anything like what I've put you through these past few years then I wish I never met you.
I would not wish this pain on anyone.
I understand why you wish it on me though. I deserve it.
If this will make you happy and can help you heal then I'll try to endure.
I can't promise I won't snap.
I never have and never will hate you.
I'm not mad at you either.
I'm just hurting.
Badly babe.
And I don't know if I'll ever be fully healed.


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