I hope you’re not mad.
Mad about the pictures I burned.
Mad about the room I destroyed.
Mad about the way I treat myself.
Mad about the tears I let fall.
Mad about everything, anything, something that I did wrong.
You know how often I do such things and how often I’ll keep doing them.
I am trying. For you I am trying to be strong. But I’m already saying sorry.
Because I never said sorry enough. I’m sorry.
Nobody ever deserves it.
Out of all people it had to be you, that part of my heart getting ripped away from my life.
I’ll miss you,
your best friend forever ❤