I'm stuck at a crossroad, going 100 inside my head. These city lights provide no comfort, they're reminders of all that's been left for dead. I'd tear my heart out, so you could see how broken I've become. Would it make you happy? You've finally killed the last shred of goodness I possessed. I'd never give you that joy, I'd rather spit in your face. You deserve no consideration, not even worth a single thought. Yet here I am, standing at the edge of a cliff... Wondering, if you'd miss me at all.
I think once someone has made you feel like that you take the road in the opposite direction leaving them way behind. Don't even consider what they may be thinking they are less than nothing beneath your feet and not worthy of your thoughts. Sorry that you had to go through that. Deep emotional hurt well captured and portrayed in this piece. Milly x