Baby girl, you have to know when to stop.
Love yourself enough to know when to let go.
It isn't very wise to hold on to something that's not there anymore.
The world has no place for people who give themselves too much, people who pour themselves out to a point that they end up with nothing but bruises.

I should know; I have been there.
Though I am not proud of having been - but I'm here now and I survived.
If I did it, you can too. You got this.
You can turn this around - for I know you are strong.

And by the time you finally decide to let go of the shackles that bind you from him, cry.
Cry your heart out and scream if you must.
Do everything you think you should just to ease the pain.
Write thousands of poems just to make sense of that heartbreak, because it's going to be a while before you feel okay again.

But at the end of the day, don't worry.
I will help you get through this.
I got you.