It's gone more than two years since we broke up, and it's about two years since you stopped controlling my life. I'm done crying, I'm done feeling bad about the things that happened, I'm done wasting emotions on it but yet it won't go away. It's in my head. And everytime something that reminds me of the things you did to me, it comes back. Like a tide wave it takes over my mind, makes all the feelings come back. And it's like I'm back, back to where I was before I got help. Back to where I was when it all started.
I'm afraid of trusting people, especially boys. I won't let anyone come too close, and if they do. I run. I break their hears and run away.