I find it hard to take advice from those who have hurt me the most.
The ones that take lows blows and alter my ego.

I find it hard to listen when in my heart all I feel is hurt.
The pain that leaves you feelings empty and as if something was missing.

I find it hard to forgive you. The way that you make it see like it was all my fault.
That I was the one who chose this fate.

I find it hard to believe after everything we had you chose a boy that lasted less than a month. You threw our sisterhood away for something like him.

I find it hard to believe I still miss you.