When you were angry I blamed myself for it.
When you were sad I blamed myself for it.
When you were crying I felt like it was my fault.
Like it was my responsibility to go and cheer you up.
I was wrong.
It was not and never will be my responsibility to take care of your emotions.
You made me a broken mess. Now I'm trying to recover without falling to more traps.
You made me like this. But I won't stay silent anymore. I will fight. I will fly away like a free bird that was being trapped and finally broke free.
