Sunday, 15 February 2015

When I was broken, you fixed me.
When I cried, you always held me
When I ran away, you gave me a home.
And when I was falling, you were my strong stone.

I never thought, that you would hurt me.
Never believed, that you'd make me cry.
I didn't think, that you'd make me lonely.
Or that it would be you, that I'm running from.

I tried my best, but I'm clearly not good enough.
I cant match up, to your perfect ideals.
I'm sorry I tried, I'm sorry I failed
and now I am broken again...

Yesterday, If I hadn't had Naomi with me, I would have been under a train. That's how much you hurt me. And still you expect me to believe that you love me? or that you couldn't think of a nicer way to say you were upset? I tried my best, I worked myself into the ground and made myself ill, to try and sort that house for you. And all you can do is till me that I'm not good enough. And worse still, tell me its my fault that I'm upset over you telling me I'm not good enough.

Now do you see why I don't want to talk? Why I'm not coming back? You have destroyed me, and nothing is going to put me back together.

I'm sorry. But this is Goodbye.

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