I'd say I've missed you, but that's a lie.
But that doesn't matter, cause you'll always be with me.
I haven't thought about you in a while now.
That doesn’t mean I don’t think about you at all.
Why did you do it? Was I just victim material?
Or did I just deserve it, like I always told myself?
I still remember what you said, that I was helping you so please stay.
How does hurting me help you, I don’t understand.
Did you always think of that? With every little girl you saw?
Or was I the special one, the one who wouldn’t run away?
I wish I could talk to you, just to ask you why.
I’m glad I can’t talk to you so I can forget.
I remember classes on victims of abuse, but I never put myself in their shoes.
Turns out I didn’t have to, even after I left I was still there.
Times up for you now, I found someone to love me. Who doesn’t hurt me, just cause they can.
He makes me forget about you, and I’m so happy about that.
Honestly, I just want to know. Are you sorry?
Honestly I don’t care, I know you’ll be sorry.
Here, with no love, from the little girl who was broken by you, but no more.