I find memories of you
In my broken heart
When I needed someone
No one was there
When I needed you,
You always ran and hid
You killed me in more ways than just one
I'm dead even though my life hasn't ended
You never did kick, push, or punch me
Oh no, but what you did do is far worse
Bruises do eventually fade,
But the pain never actually leaves
You treated me like I was nothing,
And deep inside is where you made me bleed
Why did I choose to be so open with you?
Why did I choose to trust you?
Why did I choose to turn to you when things were bad?
Why did I choose to be myself with you?
I should've known it would come to this
I should've known that you would hurt me
I should've known the outcome would be bad
I find memories of you
In my broken heart
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