You couldn't handle me anymore. I was broken and you thought you weren't. The truth is, I was struggling to survive and trying to remember how to breathe. Everyday was hard for me and you didn't make it any easier all those times I thought you were my only oxygen but all you did was choking me. I tried not to be so obvious about the fact that it felt like the world was sitting on my shoulders and that I thought I might collapse any second. I tried to to hide my sadness for you, I always smiled as you neared even though just moments before I have been clutching my chest in the bathroom stall trying to keep my heart from jumping out of my chest.
I put you on a pedestal, I adore you, but it wasn't ever enough and you needed, wanted, had to get more. More more more and always more.
I did even bothered you to leave me, and let me handle my own demons. I shattered and the tears that fell from my eyes were stronger than tsunami tides.
My friends said I was a mess, but in this situation you're the fucking train wreck because you couldn't love a girl who didn't love herself, and although my sadness was to much romantic, you didn't do much to teach me the tricks on how to live in a state of bliss.
Hey, love, I'll let you know one thing - You'll see me weeks from the day you told me that you couldn't deal with my pain and despair any longer and you won't recognize me walking by, because I'll have met some people who fill the emptiness in my eyes and put some strength into my spine and you'll wish you had bothered to fucking try.
You didn't deserved me anyway.
