it's "theraputic"...
I've been thinking about the past lately.
After long talks with certain people;
I don't know if I can ever forgive the things that you've done and had put me through.
I had given you my heart, and then almost a year later you smashed it right in my front of me;
Along with the world I had grown pretty used to.
But, It was a wakeup call.
And since, have gotten my priorities straight.
But, That hurt was something I will forever carry unfortanitly.
A scab, A somewhat healed wound.
And every time someone would bring up that time, It would upset me for months after words.
The repercussions and lasting effects of that relationship, Interfere, with my trusting ability in men to
this day.
I understood it was a stressful time for you, But, I, along with a small group of others stood by your side
when it happened. When others didn't.
Then you casted me aside, and threw it all away so easily.
For the longest time, I didn't think I was worth keeping.