Last time, I will ever open up my heart.
Last time, I will ever tell the truth.
Last time, I will ever open up to you.
I refuse to let it happen to me again.
I won’t repeat the same mistakes.
I will end it now.
Last time, I didn’t and I was lost for a long time.
Trapped. Suffocated. Depressed.
Three words that I don’t ever wish to use to describe myself.
Last time in this situation, I said it was all fine.
Last time, I wanted to kill myself and jump in a fire.
I want to burn everything down.
I want to see blood on my hands and who cares, who it belongs too.
Last time, I never would have the gall to tell you.
I hate you and I want to see you cry.
Last time, I never would have thought I was capable.
Of making you leave.
Last time, I apologize for all that I said.
This time I won’t.
I mean every word that I said.