You.
You made me believe, for so long,
that I didn’t deserve better.
That you were the best there was
for someone like me.
That I shouldn’t even try
to be, or to reach for, or even
look at myself better.
That I was such a screw up,
that no one but you could love me.
That’s sick.
That’s pathetic.
You even went as far as
sabotaging any inklings
towards me
by telling blatant lies.
I needed those friends.
I needed them, and you
made them hate me.
You made me all alone,
just so you could swoop in
and “save” me.
I didn’t need to be saved.
I just needed you to go away.
I thought, for so long,
that I was worthless.
You messed me up.
Forever.
I’ll get better, but I won’t forget.
You’re sick.
Thank you.
For teaching me how wonderful I am on my own.
For making me build my self-esteem to a healthy level.
For showing me there are much better things in the world,
than you.