You said it was just a break while I went on a camping trip with my family.
It was just a break to regather myself.
To figure out what I really wanted in our relationship.
"It's like you want to watch me suffer."
"I want to come home." His arms were my home.
It was for the best though.
Best for who?
For you? Or me? Or the relationship?
You didn't get your heart ripped out of your chest.
You aren't the one crying every second of the day.
You aren't the one not sleeping because you can't stop thinking.
You don't even care about how I might feel.
I'd feel better if you opened up once in a while as well.
Told me what you were feeling or thinking.
But no. I'm more fucked up.
I'm the one hearing voices.
I'm the one trying to kill myself.
I'm the one who hurt you unintentionally.
Maybe it would be for the best if I just left.
You wouldn't have to deal with my bullshit.
I'll just be out of your way.
I'm already drowing in my own tears.
You wouldn't notice anyways.
You have your side hoes to keep you happy.
