I wrote this and thought that some of ya'll might want to read it...this relates to me personally and i included it into the book!
Time and time again I wonder if i shall ever see my way out of this depression. Though i know that probebly wont happen, i would like to keep hope. It has been a while now since he left me but the memory still burns deep into my mind like it had happened only seconds ago.I dont understand how he could do this to me, after all we did together, after all we went through together it just doesnt add up. I cant help but feel like there is something missing in this devastating equation, but he swears there isnt anything hidden, that she just changed his mind. I just cant get believe that, but maybe in part it is because i dont want to believe that. It isnt everday the love of your life runs out on u for another lonely girl. He was different, he changed me, formed me into something new, i hate that he has done that because now a little piece of him is left behind to entice me. This little piece is shame, sadness, misundertanding. I want to carve away all that is left of me until my spirit is free of this heavy burden i have laid upon myself, and though i cannot do that the thought lingers near me to keep me sane. Though this sanity is one that is unbalanced, one that could break at the thought of him, it is all I hold dear to me anymore. All that is left of me is my outter sheild, my outter coating, the inside of me is gone. You see when he left its like he took that away for some cruel thing, or some cruel game. So i melt away with every thought of them and what we could have been, me and him. The sanity, the pain, the faulter in it all, though it was me who fell for that heartbreak.
Kathryn Miller
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