Broken

 

 

I don’t understand about people. Sometimes. It is quite complicated ya know.

You don’t love her but you keep telling your stories with her to other bitches. Why ? I don’t understand. You were that person who asked her to go. To get out from your life. Don’t you pity her ? After giving all false hopes to her. Six years passed and you keep sharing your memories with others. Stop it. She begged you to stop. You were the one who left her behind. Just like that. With another girl. New girl in your life. Who you believe more than her. 

She cried. Every day and every night. She kept her mouth shut. She didn’t know what the wrong things she did. She asked you many times but you ran away. Away from her. Making her more miserable. Thinking that her life was useless. You knew, from the beginning you were her point of weakness. 

Then, she disappeared. You could not found her anyway. She disappeared because she wanted to feel live again. She wanted to feel love again. You blamed her. You blamed again and again. You asked her to come back again. You begged for forgiveness. She accepted you. She said everything will be okay. After four years she did not met you once, she thought you were the new guy. But … She did not know you becoming worse. 

You treated her like a princess in the beginning. At the end, you treated her like a trash. You were sleepy, laid on a bed and she silently sat beside you. Watching your face wondering her life becoming happy again without any second thoughts. You hugged her said you needed her in your life. She smiled. She cried. She trusted you although many times you threw her away. Because of those sweet words, she agreed to give her body and soul for you to protect. Again. And again everything was a lie. 

When she demanded to give her attention, you felt suffocated. You found another girl. Again. Behind her back. For many days and months without her knowing. When she found out, you sat silently. Cowardly. Without any words to say. And again. You chased her away from your life. And again she felt miserable. And again she decided to run away where you cannot find her again.

Don’t blame her. Let her live. She has been your slave for several years. You do not love her. You just want to keep her from other men. Because of you, she did not know how to feel love again. She did not trust people again. She kept remembered those good memories instead of bad. She stopped to blame you. She said everything will be okay. She will be okay. And she knew deep in her heart, no one can fix her again. To be truthful…

She’s broken until now.