you put me through hell, and expected me to be grateful for it.

"thank you" for tearing me down.

"thank you" for making me feel ***** for everything you did.

I prayed to God like I was guilty of your sin.

I still scrub my hands in scolding showers in all my attempts to feel clean again.

and to think I asked for your forgiveness for all the ways I tried to feel whole again.

go ahead and tell all your friends about how I am such a cold, unfeeling woman.

I've cut ties with everyone I used to call my friends.

the ones who said they loved me, but were nowhere to be found when I needed them.

well, the blind will follow the blind, and that's the way it has always been.