I used to never understand this deathly wrenching illness.
I never used to comprehend how one could be come that lonely.
I never fully understood how so much hate could exist.
I couldn't ever fathom up a reason you should do it.
But then like always I opened my eyes.
The bitter pain of being used and defeat of letting them win.
The hate inside that you feel for yourself for knowing you did what you shouldn't have.
The pain of losing a loved one, twice, and knowing that they are not dead.
I never thought a girl could feel a pain as strong as this.
