Your words are like daggers to my ears and my heart. You insulted me and disgraced me… but yet still say you love and loved me. I see no love in your words. All I see is sharpened swords of hate, black heart, rage. Your words decieved me… my head knew it but my heart fought to believe it. Now all I can show for it, is my bleeding heart, eyes and ears. Cause they heard you say things,saw what you wrote thing and felt what you broke, why can’t you ever treat me like you deserve me. Tears cease to fall from my eyes… cause the know that pain… they once cried over it. Now I know the truth. And goodbye.

I gotta go… I gotta walk away. It time.
It hurts, can’t describe this pain…. can’t ignore this, we had a good run… I wish things would have been different, this time. Maybe this was how things were suppose to end.

Bye baby. Will always love you.

How can you say you love someone and do what you did? How can you say you love someone and say she is just a friend? How can you say “your not even my girlfriend” in front of her face, just to embrass me? You tell me she is just a female friend…. out of your female friends you claim you have… who have you invited round to an empty house? You lie, you cheat, you accuse, you hide? Just to hide the fact that is all your fault. You say I think a lot but at the end of the day is the truth? I’d catch you red handed this time, but things didn’t turn out like it did on the 1st of February 2013 about 6:50 to 7:00…. would have told me, you invited her round.?

Sometimes I wonder why I put up with you… would I be able to walk away with guilt or freedom, would I tell the world that I feel inlove with a monster that never thought to treat me right. Everyone who knows about this situation laughs at my face and pity me… couldn’t help the rage, anger, anger, anger! I saw red! I did see red! I had to release that anger that I had been inside me since you decided to break every little bit of my heart, feeling, trust, everything.

Walking to your house, praying to God up in heaven, this is a joke, please be a joke. And I see this tall figure walking up with this girl… walking confident… but as he saw me he walked slowly and fiddling with hand in his pocket, shocked but yet trying to build this wall like ‘I don’t care’… I had to swing and slap and run and jump and grab and shout, and insult. Tears streaming from my eyes cause of the pain and the rage… my question is how could you? Why are you comfortable cheating on me again and again? What trill do you get? This might be personal but you have seen what your dad did to your mum and the hurt and pain it caused her…. why would you want someone to go through that?

A lot of questions, not an answer.