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