My Side of the Story Vol. I

27.) No Tears Left to Cry

My dearest love, you broke my heart first. The scar you left is one of the worst. You dumped me the day I had to report my best friend missing to the ADA. I should have, at that moment, just walked away. I had a gut feeling that it wasn't going to last. But holy shit I didn't know we were going so fast. But I wanted to escape, even just for a moment. Just a brief breath of air from all of life's torment. Dealing with this stupid bully we call life. I guess at this point you wouldn't be surprised if you found me dead with a knife. But like a lot of my memories, that one got repressed. I now know I was under stupid amounts of stress. Now I have the time to assess if I was obsessed, possessed, or depressed. Probably some combination of the three. I'd be exhausted if I listed all the ways you thought it was ok to keep hurting me. I was dumb enough to let you turn the knife and watch my heart bleed, bled till it was bone dry. The sadness consumed me until there were no tears left to cry.