Days are hard, nights even harder. Sitting alone, listening to me in my head, it's the most harmful thing. That's when I hurt myself the most, I think that I'm okay, I don't miss him at all, in fact I even HATE him.... I hate him I hate him I......love him. Damn It! I hate that I do, and I know that I shouldn't. He messed me up so damn bad, he lied to me, he broke his promises and he left me for her, I gave him my best but his best he gave to her. I'm so tried of being alone, so sick of crying. I long for his touch, for him to just hold me like he used to. I've tried everything to forget I've been sober, I've been drunk but I still miss him after all I am scaring for him.... Every night I think about it I scar a little more.
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