Holly. 16. Melbourne.
How can it be so easy for you? When I’m left here wondering, confused and hurt beyond my mind’s comprehension. It was short. But you made feel something I hadn’t felt in years. I trusted again. I trusted you. You throw it back in my face like a coward. And you tell me you cared. You told me such sweet things to look forward to, you sent my things, did things, surprised me. But you threw it all away with a message. I can’t fathom the humiliation I’ve suffered at your cowardly hands. You don’t care. But I do, and that’s the hardest part.
I am probably overly cynical but at least I never get hurt.