Every second, I was fighting to keep you here. But you ignored me, I had to strike out on my own.
I begged you in front of everyone to just talk to me, listen to me and hang out with me. You didn't value my efforts, therefore I had to go to let my spirit free.
Those times ate away at me until I forgot what it was like to be happy. You never saw me stand up for us, and in the end I ran away to escape the pressure.
To get you, I was willing to compromise who I am.
You weren't paying attention, so I departed to show you my genuine happiness. Those crying fits are still seared into my memory.
You didn't stop the bleeding of my wounds, so I fled to face my anxieties head on.
Pictures of that time used to give me the chills, but looking back on them is what kept me sane.
You didn't even send a text to check on me, and I had to get away before I could breathe normally. Our happiness was always my top priority, and I never once put myself last.
You didn't give a damn about my survival, so I had to go out and make my own way in the world.
