Thank You.

The way you treat is unfair. The way you leave me, isn't right. But its okay because we always com running back right? Call once a week when your not locked up. Write me a letter while you're in jail right? I burn it up. Everything you gave me. Those are just memories. Buried in my back yard. You called me today asking how was I. I'm fine, how are you stranger. Your answered me with worries. But after everything you've done to me there not much for me to do. We both go silent, I think of suicide. My mother doesn't believe me my friends laugh. I'm locked in a world with no one to listen. I feel i have trust in no one. I have no one but myself by side. I pray to God every night for a better day. You hurt me. I cut, i cried, i prayed. Nothing saved me from you. But I praised, and thanked you, for the half emptiness of willingness you gave me.