I remember the feeling i felt when you first really hurt me like the first time you said something that tore needles into my skin and the knot in my throat ended up in my stomach and i felt the pain move quickly and quickly and then i remember how i let it go and i remember doing that for months… then i remember the amount i finally said i had taken too much. i knew you were the type that instead of never wanting to hurt those you loved you always did. Your way of love was hurtful names that is how you reason conflict. What you said to me only made me stronger you did not break me but rather broke yourself.
