We met through friends, then we started dating. We were cool, you held my hand. You said that you loved me, I thought it was real. You acted like you loved me, you held me all the time. I felt safe with you, like nothing could hurt me. But after a while, things got old. You stopped being cool, and holding my hand. And you were mean to me, so you got taken away. Now I have my life back and my arms are fully healed, all because your not here to hurt me anymore.

Written by Renee Eastman
Submitted by Renee Eastman