Dear Someone,

It’s been 84 days since I walked away, no one knows how much I cried that day.

I still repeat the things you said to me in my head. It never fails, the pain, it never fades away.

I’ve lost count of the scars you’ve left me with, they remind me of why I don’t regret what I did.

It all started with a scratch, then came the bruise, I didn’t notice until it had already turned purple & blue.

Soon enough I was covered in band aids, the ones you kept ripping off, obliviously you didn’t see that it was enough.

But when you did, it was far too late, I had already bled dry, along with the cuts you had made.

There comes a point where the damage is too much, no good memory can save what’s already been lost.

I won’t be sorry, I won’t be afraid, for wanting what I deserve, & walking away…

To find it, I did