Fuck you, I cried over you. I fucked up once and now I’m crying over you. I only cry over people who I am attached too, and you hurt me. Fuck you. I trusted you and you hurt me. I regret ever opening up to you and talking to you about my problems because all you do is turn around and hurt me. I should’ve never met you, kept you away from me, never let you into my locked heart. I should have never let you try and fix me when I knew I couldn’t be fixed. I knew this was going to happen and it happened anyways. I k ew I should’ve have trusted you, but I did. Here I sit now, crying over you. You hurt me, you hurt me deeply. I knew you were toxic but I trusted you with my heart. I fucking regret ever meeting you. The great thing is that now I never want to lose you because you shown me attention that I’ve never gotten growing up. I knew this wasn’t going to work out, knew it was to good to be true, but I still let you in. Fuck you. You words felt like knife in my heart, shattering what pride I still have. Your scotch tape didn’t last, for you, you have hurt me. I guess than the feeing of safety with you was fake, because I did one mistake. I’m sorry, I didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to talk to people you don’t like. I’m sorry, I didn’t know I was supposed to stand by and let you harass me. I’m sorry, but you should know a limit. I’M SORRY THAT I WASN'T FUCKING GOOD ENOUGH! I’m so....so sorry.