As much as this pain hurts, I also feel this weight lifting, and it’s quite a relief, to know that I was not paranoid, I was not crazy, I was not feeling insecure for no reason. It’s shitty how you looked me in the eyes and told me I had nothing to cry about, nothing to worry about. Yet I did. You were seeing her behind my back and then you made me leave just so you could be free to pursue that chance. It makes me want to throw up, knowing that my gut was right all along and you made me question my sanity. But at least I know now. At least I know why you constantly left me home alone. At least I know now that you were unfaithful and I was not making up crazy scenarios in my head.
poetry and deep truths; welcome to my madness
Unraveling my soul 