 I don't need you. I'm tired of wondering, wondering if when the day will come, when you take responsibility for breaking my heart and turning it numb. How can I explain to you that you broke my heart before anyone else could? If you could travel back in time, would you have done something differently? Would you have taken that man's life so easily? Only to end up missing out on two lives completely. And I'll never stop wondering why you chose to hurt my mother. And it makes me wonder why she tells me to give you a chance. And I can't even remember the last time you even asked me how I am. By the way, I'm fine because I've realized I don't need you in my life. And that was I don't need you.