To the man who (almost) ruined me.

You made me feel alone.

It wasn’t the worst thing you did,
but it’s the part I can never forgive you for.

I was alone in my pain. With no place to release the turmoil you created inside me.

I had no one. I had nothing.

You took my light, and snuffed it out,
and I could no longer see.

I was alone.

You soured the world, and turned my garden to ash; and I buried myself in the ruins where you left me. Alone.

You ripped out my voice,
and thought only of yourself.

I was a child, and you a coward.

You showed me everything love isn’t.

And I was so alone.

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