I did have that clique romantic relationship where the boy kissed my scars but it didn't last long. He is the reason I do not believe in love to this day.
He is the reason I do not trust people with my story.
How could one be so cruel to another...
If I cut for everytime you hurt me
If I cut for everytime I let you hurt me
If I cut for everytime you lied to me
If I cut for everytime I believed those lies
If I cut for everytime I thought you loved me
If I cut for everytime I thought I loved you
Do you understand how many cuts I would have upon my skin. How could you.
You were so naive to everything around you.
Do you understand how much it hurt when you turned away from me telling me I was fucking worthless, telling me you didn't care, telling me I should die because no one would care.
Do you know how much I hate relationships now. Do you know how much I'm terrified to commit. Do you know how much it hurts....
Never again will I ever rely on someone so ignorant. Never
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--author-- thank you so so so so much for so many reads, it means so much and I'll be gone for a week once again so no update for a week, I'll try to update tomorrow
--Nadia--
YOU ARE READING
I tried
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