I said that you were like an old friend. You were always there when no one else was. You outlasted so many people. When I was going through hell, you were there. I somehow felt less alone with you.

But now I’m realizing that if you were a person, you’d probably be an abusive boyfriend.

You control me, you try to convince me I can’t live without you, you make me feel crazy.

You take my money, you waste my time, and you threaten the health of those I love.

You embarrass me, you make me feel ashamed, you tell me I need you to function.

You threaten my health, you make me anxious, you punish me for trying to leave.

I guess I romanticized you for a long time, but all you ever did was hurt me.

Sometimes it’s hard to end things but I have to end it with you, for my own well being. You don’t deserve me and I’m stronger than this.