You promised me you would never leave. You promised to never hurt me. You made those promises.
You broke them, you broke me.
I still remember the first time it hurt. i thought i was being dramatic so i forgot about it. I made myself forget that it ever happened that the pain i felt wasn’t real. I did it so well that i would have never guessed it was the reason behind my depression.
You broke me.
That’s the bad thing about love it makes you think that everything that’s bad done to you is okay because it’s from the people who are supposed to love you and never hurt you or let you down.
You broke me.
Love isn’t pain all the time every day 24/7. Love isn’t constantly feeling like everything that happens is your fault.
That’s no where near what love is.
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