Congratulations, you finally did it.
I've officially hit breaking point. Are you happy now? You're looking pretty tall right now, as I'm laying on the ground, falling deeper in this hole you've created for me. I think it's funny how easily you can break someone, someone who thought they were strong enough to never be broken. I mistakenly let my walls come down, because you were my best friend, my boyfriend. And you let me down. You burned the walls that use to keep me from being hurt. You burned them as bad as you burned me. Do you find pride in this hurt you've caused me? I hate you. But disgustingly, I'm laying on this ground missing you, as you stand tall above me. How can you do that?