I spilled out my heart to you.
I told you of my issues.
I told you I skipped meals.
How my depression and anxiety worsened.
I told you that you helped me, gave me reasons to recover.
I kept it quite that I self harmed.
I did not want you to know how I cut, burn, bite and scratch myself.
Well at least not yet.
I thought we would stick together .
For five long months we where in a flirtationship.
On month five I thought you would ask me to be yours.
But I found out you had a ******* the side while you played me.
My heart got broke, I fell apart.
I cried in secret for weeks.
Never did I tell my parents about you.
I fell weak and bean to relapse.
I feared I would never find love.
Well I may still be solo but its only been two months.
Since the day you broke my heart.
It's so strange when you talk to me now.
I love we stayed friend's, but I am still a little hurt.
I have moved on.
There's a sweet new boy in my life now.
We met at prom and have talked ever since.
For now we are just friend's.
Taking it slow.
So thank you for breaking me and teaching me.
A new way to love.
You once said you are jelly of the man who gets me.
It could have been you, you could have had me.
But you decided to break me.
So now when I find a good man.
You can sit and weap in you're jealously.