The Sweet Tale Of Your Betrayal

You did it. You made me believe I was in love with you. You took that all away from me. Everything. You took everything away from me and left me with.. the memories of us, self hate .... and despair.

 

The day you decided she was better than me. Well I guess she was. She was prettier, poised and just your type. I knew I was lucky to have you. I wasn't your type. I was small, un popular, full of insecurities and just not right for you. But the day you asked me to be your's was the day I found my light. I thought maybe I was popular... maybe I was pretty... maybe I was right for you. I fell in love with you and I thought for once in my messed up litte life I had something special and worth holding on for.  The day you asked me to be yours I felt lifted.

 

The day you decided I wasn't yours was the day I died. You crushed my heart in the palm of your hand and never looked back. You told me.. you gave me the excuse that it wasn't working. I full well knew why.  was boring you. I had morals. You made me think they were a bad thing to have.  My family hated me anyway they said they couldn't deal with me. My mum had bipolar. I was hit. I was verbally abused every day. I hated life.

 

After that, I cried. Every night I cried and pleaded to the heavens and asked "Why wasn't I good enough?!". I wore black every day. It became my new favourite colour. The only colour which could express how I was feeling. I slipped. Further and further I crashed, into the deep abyss of pain and misery. There was no way out. Eventually it became so bad that I asked myself ... "Why am I here?" You were the only good thing that entered my life and for you to not want me anymore, it tore me apart inside. No one cared. No one! I was broken and on the edge. I saw no light. I felt no love.

 

Inside, there was a little girl knelt on her knees in a dark dark room. Scared. She didn't know what to do. She had no idea. She didn't want to leave. She didn't want to feel like this. All that was needed was a hand to reach out and take hers and tell her it's all going to be okay. She was only a little girl. Trapped inside this room with no way out.

 

You found me. With all your might you pulled me out of this darkened place and you found me. You saw beneath the smiles and laughter and you saw the scared little girl in the pitch black room. That day I was confused. I still believed no one cared. I still believed in all my self hate. But you found the scared quiet little girl. You held her hand and told her, "It's all going to be okay. I love you" Up until then I never really understood the depth of my friendship with you. You truly were my best friend.