He skinned me alive, He used me too. He trashed me again, But said “I love you”. He made me insecure, But i had a breakthrough. I’m glad we are done, It’s not me - it’s you.
i can finally tell her she will know i'm happy but i can't forget the things that hurt me i must tell her i don't want to what if she worries what if she tells someone confidentiality, right?