I know you won't ever care for what I had been through,
Sometimes I wish,
I was better than how I made you feel.
I always tried to be someone who I was never going to be,
Just to hear those words from your lips.
I was so concentrated on what you would think,
And I left the people I loved when they needed me the most.
You should be sorry for the way you hurt me.
I was emotionally abused by your words.
I wished that I was better off dead than to see reality,
Which had no future for me.
But you should be ashamed,
Of how you broke my mind up.
When you knew how it felt,
To be bruised and left behind.
So I left a letter for you,
In a black box.
With memories so hurtful,
I wanted to forget you.
"I know you won't ever regret what you did to me,
I know you will never be sorry for the damage you put me through.
I chose to move on, to have better friends than what you were to me,
At least, I knew the memories you gave were all fake.
Don't even try to pretend that you ever felt,
What I was going through.
You made me believe I was insane and you proved them true.
I felt insecure,
But you were playing with my mind and heart.
You made me believe that I could trust you,
In a year or two,
You broke me till I couldn't breathe.
You opened my wounds that were trying to heal,
And you made sure,
I felt the pain all the way through.
Tell me, was it worth it?
Making sure I was worthless.
You made me run around you for help,
Like a lost puppy searching for its abusive owner,
For its survival."
And at last, I took this long written note,
I took it to the black box,
Where the memories,
I would never want to remember.
Ever again.