You don't even realize how much you've hurt me. Making me feel like I don't deserve you. Making me doubt my helplessly low self esteem. I should've been smarter than this and should've seen what would happen from the very beginning we started talking to each other. The moment we met you held me so tight, you kissed my head so gently and tenderly I wanted to stay in your arms forever. I was all yours, I was a slave under your power, I fell in love with you endlessly. But we were never exclusive and I wanted you all to myself. You took interest in me and lost it as soon as you saw what I'm about and telling me I'm a very special girl didn't make it any easier to let you go. I know time will heal these wounds and I'll become stronger. But right now, although it has been quite a while after we've talked for the last time, I just want to lay down and cry my heart out. Feeling pity for myself is one of the most pathetic things to do. School of life is so tough, no one can protect you from that.