I sat on the mountain for months, waiting for you to call or text or come find me. I had to pass you with him, not knowing what I know now. It haunted me.
You shouldn't have said that you loved me if you didn't mean it. I have terrible nightmares when I can sleep, which isn't often. I don't eat well. I can't talk to people normally anymore. You changed me, and now I'll never be able to be loved again. If you could see how they stare at me, how they avoid me, how they talk about me from a distance. It hurts so bad, and everyone seems to notice and stay away from me.