Thoughts in a Word

Moving on

Watching you move on with him killed me.

It was an emotional prison located in hell for me.

Getting over you was the hardest thing I ever had to do in my scrawny little life I have.

It's scrawny because I had you, I had the world, I had my world and I fucked up. I lost you.

I don't ever want to put myself through that again.

I just want you to be happy. It's okay if it's not me that makes you happy because in the end, I always wanted you to be happy and safe.