Monday, September 5, 2016

Unfair

The people who broke us are the ones we crave when the wounds they gave us ache.

The ones who leave don't bare the scars from the fight.  And it's always the one who gets hurt that ends up dying.

We get left alone, and we hurt, and we cry, and we have problems for the rest of our life.

And they just leave.
And they're just fine without us.

It's not fair that my broken heart aches for the dozens of people who tore it apart and it's not fair that they aren't around anymore to help pick up the pieces.
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