"I love you."
"You don’t realize how beautiful you are."
"I'm not going to leave you."
LIES.

"I miss you."
"You're perfect for me."
"I won't ever leave you."
LIES.

"We'll get married."
"I want you to have my kids."
"I'm never leaving you."
MORE LIES.

"I promise…
I'll never leave."
You lied.

Every word you said,
Every promise you made,
All LIES.

You swore you'd never leave.
You promised me,
Day after day,
And I believed you.

Every word,
Every promise,
I believed.

But in the end,
You left.
You still ******* left.

I was fine before you.
Before your smile,
your words,
your promises.
I didn’t need anyone.
I didn’t believe in love.

And then you came.
And everything changed.
I didn’t need saving —
but you made me believe I did.

You said you fell for me.
I believed you.
I was yours —
but you were never mine.

You taught me to love myself.
You told me I was beautiful.
You told me I deserved more.
You told me I was worth it.

You lifted me so high,
built me up piece by piece —
only to watch me fall.

You said I would break your heart,
but it was you who shattered mine.

I was never the girl you chose,
just a problem you wanted to fix,
a pastime to **** your loneliness.

And when you were done,
you left me holding the pieces.

You broke me,
even after everything you taught me about being whole.

And now I sit here:
empty,
lost,
wishing I had never met you,
wishing I could forget you,
wishing I had never believed a single word you said.

They say it’s better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

Is it though?
Because love hurts.
Maybe it’s not supposed to.
Maybe the love I found wasn’t true,
But it broke me.

I lost myself.
I gave everything I had to this so-called love,
And in the end,
I was left with nothing—
Nothing but the empty pieces of the girl I was before.
Before love.
Before him.

Shattered. Broken.
And maybe love isn’t supposed to hurt you,
Or break you,
But mine did.

So no,
It isn’t better to have loved and lost.
I’d rather have never loved at all,
Because at least then,
I’d still have me.

I know...
I know exactly how it feels.
I wish I didn’t.
But I do.

I know how it feels to wake up every morning and feel—
nothing.
Empty.
Numb.

It hurts more than you could imagine.

I know how it feels to have your heart so heavy.
You wanna scream,
And shout,
And cry...
But nothing comes out.

Only silence.
Deafening silence.

Nobody will listen.
“You’re fine.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you.”
“You’re fine.”
“You have no reason to be sad.”
“You’re fine.”
“You’re just having a bad day.”

They won’t listen.
They think they understand.
But they don’t.
They still don’t listen.

So you bleed.
And bleed.
And bleed.
Until there’s blood—
everywhere.

And suddenly,
you can feel again.

That numbness.
That emptiness.
That silence.
It’s all gone.

And all that’s left is—
Pain.
Hurt.
Blood.

You become addicted to the feeling.
The colour.
Like a drug.
You can’t stop.
You crave it.

It’s beautiful...
Because you can feel again.

So you scream.
And shout.
And cry.

And that’s when they start to listen.

They pretend they care.
They tell you to stop.
“You’ll be okay.”
“We’ll fix you.”

Empty words.
Empty promises.

They don’t care.
They don’t understand.
You don’t need fixing.
You’re not broken.

Because you can feel again.

So you keep bleeding.
And bleeding.
Again.
And again.
And again.

Until...
Silence.

Everything turns to black.
Peaceful,
Beautiful,
Silence.

Finally.
You can breathe.
You’re free.