Bleeding

So in this crazy life I live, I'm often pushed into doing things that I don't necessarily don't want to do...for instance, the guy I have been with for almost a year now can't make up his mind one way or another what he wants to do...so I did it for him...I left. Out the door like a fly who finally found a teenie tiny hole to slip through. Set free yet still wondering what I left behind. A pretty big chunk of me is still there with him I know that, and these damn crocodile tears keep streaming down my face like a river who's dam just broke loose. I know I'm going to hear people saying things like, "Oh, it'll be alright," and YES, I know it WILL be alright but for now its not--it hurts like a mother fucking dull butcher knife being stabbed into my chest, twisting around with those serrated edges, and then being yanked out with such force to knock me down. Leaving me here...just bleeding.............................................................................................................