Now it's been a few years since I've written this.
The tears never stopped and I still miss;

The way you used to think of me.
The way things used to be.
The way you looked into my eyes,
The way you never heard my cries.

I need some help and I'll admit,
I'm too conscious to even get it.
I'm sorry but this time it's rough,
I'm shutting the door yea I've had enough.

Go ahead and live your life.
You'll never again call me your "future wife",

Starting to accept that you're not the one,
I'm sorry but I'm just done.

Recovery isn't going well,
But I'm doing my best in this hell.

Haven't smoked in a while,
Starting to learn again how to smile.
Not a fresh cut yea I'm getting there,
Not sure where this is headed but atleast it's somewhere.