Dear Ex,
A long time ago I thought I would be depressed and stuck with you forever. I had no clue I had the strength to leave. You actually seemed really in love with me. Making you smile was the easiest thing to do. I still don’t know the real you. I knew it wasn’t love when you called me a slut, told me I was fat, controlled me like a toy, and put ur hands on me. I wanted this to be written very good but my mind thinks one thing: 

FUCK YOU