I** cried alone in my room every night. You weren't there. I asked myself why I deserved so much suffering from you. I spent years trying to understand why I loved you so much and only received heartache from you. And after all this time, I finally realize that it's only me that really comprehends my own emotions and struggle.
So what do I need you for?
I'm really happy that I have such a horrible person out of my life, it was all just such a traumatic experience that when I think back I get chills down my spine and have to write out the hate that comes over me.