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.