trisha

What’s the point? When I thought I knew you, you smiled at me and sang me love songs. What’s the point? When all you did was turn every cherished memory into a black hole of pain, sadness and woe. What’s the point? Of me wasting my time waiting for you to return my feelings of love. What’s the point? Of me wishing on that shooting star that you’ll return to me like times before. What’s the point? Of me crying every night because of the girl you sang our love songs to like I never existed in the first place. What’s the point? Of me losing my confidence in myself for every degrading word you said when we were together. What’s the point? Of me being afraid to love again, when I deserve the love I should’ve gotten the first time. The point is that despite the pain, heartache and woe, you turned me into someone who could appreciate herself and know how a man should treat her. The point is that I may have wasted my tears and time on you but I now cry tears of joy cause I’m free of your abuse and bullying. The point is, is that I’m someone worth loving and being cared for despite what you’ve told me. The point is I’m free and living my life the way I should be. Random Crappy Story- All Mother®