Why should I love you if you know you don't deserve it?
Why should I entertain you if I know it thrills you to see you still have an impact on my behavior?
Why should I even think about you when now you vaguely think about me?
You hurt me.
You broke me down.
Then, you disposed what was left of me as if I was garbage to you.
I'm lost, disoriented, and more importantly, taken back after what you did.
How could you do that to someone you said you loved?
And now I'm alone.
Even after you assured me I wasn't going to be.
Here I am, drowning in my thoughts, losing myself, and letting my depression tear me apart.
It's taking a long time to heal and love again.
It's taking even longer for me to learn how to love myself.
Now you need to go, so I can be myself again.
To say you once brought light into my life seems unrealistic now that I'm surrounded by the darkness you created.
But now, I'm learning how to bring my own light into my life and fight this storm and the possible ones that might come later on.
After every storm, the sky will clear up.
So I know after you, everything will be clearer and better than before.
