I made it.. made it to 20. I can’t say I ever thought I’d get this far. I still think about dying constantly. I still have those demons that try and overrule me. I still have you on my mind.
I’m sitting here where we first kissed.. how much has changed since then. Almost a year now. I don’t regret meeting you, but I do regret the things we’ve done.
I regret kissing you here. This is where it all started. The affair. The love. The hurt and the betrayal.
I hate you now, I really do. I hate you because you said you’d never give up on me, and that’s exactly what you did. You said you’d always be by my side. Well, where are you now? Haven’t heard from you since I told you I was carrying your baby.
The baby you decided to leave behind. You’re nothing like how you put yourself out to be. You make it seem like you’re full of love and care, but really you’re just full of hatred and contemplating thoughts.
My baby needs a father in their life, but you’re too much of a coward to put behind you what happened between us to take care of your second child.
That’s why I hate you. You left for your ex who already has a child. How could you do that. How can you live with that conscious decision. How can you live with yourself knowing you turned your back on someone who fucking needed you.
Why did I choose you.