Him.
He has hurt you bad, real bad in less than two months.
Hurt as in mental as well as physical.
He left you bruised inside and out.
The memories of the bruises on the outside keep reopening the wound on the inside.You keep telling everyone you're completely fine..
But really.. the bruises are still there, maybe not to see, but they're there.
But him, he, you.
This is directly to him.
You have not broken me.
You have not ruined me for good.
I'm a survivor of this.
You left me, on the ground with nothing but tears, guilt and a broken spirit.
Guilt, I felt it, for you.And as i'm writing this, it is too crazy for words I felt it. But somehow I still feel it.
Because you did that to me.
You made that mental bruise of making me think I was the bitch.
I was the one who made the mistakes.You put your hands on me because I didn't listen to you.
You are a bad person, because I know .. this happened before in your past.
My heart was good enough not to take it to someone else.
You should thank me.
Me.
Don't ever let anyone, specifically him, tell you otherwise.You are good.You did nothing wrong.
Don't doubt yourself, ever.
Sincerely,
You
