The Truth Is, I Never Got The Goodbye I Deserve

I’m not the same woman I was before I met him. It’s like someone broke me and shattered me all over the room, like when you drop a glass and it breaks into millions of tiny, sharp pieces. No one was brave enough to pick those pieces up because when they tried, they hurt themselves, they bled, so they left them lying there.

Now since being broken, I feel like I was wired the wrong way. I picked myself up but I couldn’t put myself together like I should have. My face changed, my voice changed. I’m not the same person anymore.