I trusted you.
I gave you my heart
Told you things I have never told anyone before
And you destroyed it.
You took a pair of scissors to my paper heart and cut it into shreds.
And as I stood there, watching my
Soul and feelings crumble to bits you did nothing.
But what’s worse
Was that you made me feel guilty.
You made me feel guilty for being myself
Not anymore.
Im deleting that number.
I’m forgetting the pictures
And I’m forgetting your name.
You treated me like dirt
And I’m never going back.
You’ll miss me, but I’m gone.