It's something I'm used to
Getting hurt, being shoved face first into the ground, getting stepped on, and then being forgotten as easily as the breeze.
Don't worry though..you may crush me to pieces to get to your own happiness, but deep down, I still cling to the happy memories before all went awry. I know who you were at one point, and its good to know that you needed to destroy me to advance on your path of life into a muddy ditch.
I am thankful though. For all the bad that has happened, there's someone out there who still wants to keep me at their side, mend that which was broken and smashed to unrecognizable shards, and wants to see me rise above the smog that has tried to smother me to death. Without that at my side... wither like a flower without the sun.