You didn’t destroy me but you destroyed my family. You destroyed my father, he’s mad at me for thinking you were good and not listening to him. You broke my mother because she begged my father to let you in. I lost everything because of you, my mind, my dignity, my self respect and my time. My family is broken because maybe I’m broken. Maybe I didn’t want to be kind to you to my fullest because I’m scared of letting people in or maybe you don’t know everything about me… maybe I was scared to tell you… maybe it’s too sad or too dark or maybe I didn’t want you to see me as a sad story but I don’t regret keeping my guard up because in the end you were not worth it.