You do not own the scars you left me,
You do not own the sunshine that falls on my face,
You do not own my mind, my body and my soul,
You did not deserve my love,
You did not earn the right to be in my presence,
You did not give me the air that I breathe into my lungs,
You will never feel the depths of the pain you left me with,
You will never comprehend the damage that you forced upon me,
You will never appreciate the strong, courageous survivor that I am today,
You are a minor, bitter chapter of my life that will be a distant memory to me one day,
You are but a sad, little creature that used me for your own sadistic satisfaction,
You are not a man, you are not human, you are not even good enough to be called an animal,
You will be a numb feeling for me as I am healing from your actions,
You will be a stranger in the street that I walk by that has no emphasis on me,
You will be a hard lesson that I have learnt from,
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.