You always knew that I was the paper to your pair of scissors. The way you cut through me- with ease, with subtle precision, with a sharp sense of grace...You knew what you were doing. You knew how good you were at it. But when you were done, Did you leave behind a masterpiece? No. You left behind hundreds of thousands of tiny paper shards of myself. My heart, my soul, my everything . x-x-x Did you think I could heal and tape myself back together? There were some parts of me you tore away, that I can never get back. I will always feel incomplete, incompetent, insecure. You showed me that I was not good enough for this world . x-x-x For you were my world. I thought I was your Atlas. I tried to take your weight on my shoulders. To share your burden. To provide the support I thought you needed. I just never realised when you reached the point that you didn’t need me anymore. I never realised when my worth turned out to be equivalent to