You’ve taken my heart and turned it into a dirty gutter, one that can’t be reached to clean. I’ve taken these months and thought long and hard. I don’t love you anymore. Now you’ve surfaced from evil back to the nice innocent victim. It doesn’t matter. You can get down on your hands and knees and beg for my forgiveness, and I need you to know I forgive you. Not for you, but for me. I don’t hate you. I just don’t love you anymore and can’t have you in my world. You’re too toxic and hateful, and these months without you, I have never felt more free. Hardships exist, yes, but without your hateful words in my face all the time, I feel free. Chains have been lifted from me.
So don’t come into my house and get angry when I don’t say hi to you. Don’t cry and leave and act like I’m the bad guy. And don’t you dare preach hate to everyone I care about. I’ve escaped you, but I can never completely and fully erase you.
I hope you find some kind of peace in your life, some sort of help. You’re going to be alone, because you relentlessly hurt people. When you die, me and those who knew you will sit around and just retell all of the awful, unspeakable things you did to everyone.
I’m sorry but I’m not sorry. This is the best decision I’ve made for myself, for my world, for my life. The door is closed and I can’t let you back in. Ever.