The last page of my heart

**I thought you'd be the one to mend my scars, the one to help me walk again, laugh again, and rediscover myself. How wrong I was. Instead, you became the one to deepen the cracks in my heart. You unraveled the stitches I had begun to mend, your sole purpose seemingly to hurt me further.
How could you? I trusted you implicitly. But don't worry, you are the last person to close my book. A book I've been writing for so many years has finally come to an end. "A Hurt Heart" will tell the story of my life, a testament to the trials I've endured and the resilience I've found.
While you may have played a significant role in my story, you are but a chapter in a narrative that is far from over. Your actions have taught me the importance of healing and self-worth. I am closing this chapter with a promise to myself: you were not the first to leave me this way, but you will be the last. The final pages of my book will be filled with strength, growth, and the courage to begin anew, leaving behind the pain you inflicted and embracing the power to shape my own destiny.**