The days where the image of your face isnt in my head are the best.
I was almost happy.
You ruined a lot of things for me.
You took away my innocence
My willingness to speak
You took the words away.
You brought pain.
You took away my trust.
You destroyed my reputation, and permanently broke a part of me.
I’m the one who has to suffer.
Apparently, all the good girls go to hell.
The only good days I have are the ones without you.
I don’t want to let this get to me but I can’t control it can I?