I just wanted to say thanks. Thanks for ripping me to shreds and leaving me with a broken, shattered life. I wouldn't even call it a life......just an existence. And to think, all the time we spent together. All the shit we went through. I spat blood for you and this is how you repaid me. I know I was far from perfect. That's something that I'd never deny. I'm human (or was) just like the rest of us. But I never deserved this.

I suppose you would tell me to get over it. You're right, it's been 5 years now. But I still bear the hurt and the pain of such a betrayal. The wounds heal, but the scars remain forever more. It's something I've had to learn to deal with.

It's easy for you. You have someone else now. I can't do that anymore. You've left me so cold inside, with no trust or love for anyone or anything. No feelings. Nothing. A zombie.

I walk around by day not knowing who or where the hell I am. The night is haunted by dark memories, playing over and over like an old movie inside my head. And this movie never ends. There is no stop button. Do you know how it feels? No, you don't. You can't possibly. You did this to me. You've made me the way I am. I was fine before. Why is it that the victim is always worse off? And people like you can just carry on without a care in the world. Free to shatter some other poor soul. What gives you the right to take all that is good from me?

I only hope one day someone does the same to you. What goes around comes around, right? And if you only ever feel a tenth of the pain that I feel, then that'll be enough for me. Maybe one day you'll come across this letter, because it's the last time you'll hear anything from me. I'm going away, far away to start over. And maybe one day you'll feel some of the despair that I've had to put up with. It doesn't go away. I know I'll be taking it to my grave.

Thanks again,