ᥫ᭡ᶄส𝔂~

When you explain yourself, 
          	you’re the problem.
          	When you don’t, 
          	you’re still the problem.
          	
          	Because somehow, it’s always your fault.
          	It’s okay , it’s not the first time.
          	
          	Being sensitive feels like a curse.
          	How do I even tell you that I’m breaking,
          	just because your energy shifted,
          	just because for a moment,
          	I felt unwanted?
          	
          	The world feels dim,
          	but you both were that flicker of hope
          	in my darkness.
          	
          	I failed as a friend.
          	I failed… at everything.
          	I know it’s my fault ,
          	Not blaming anyone.
          	
          	Now, I’m okay…
          	but somewhere deep inside, 
          	it still feels heavy.
          	I want to talk, I want to go back ,
          	back to when I hadn’t ruined it all.
          	I want to say sorry for everything… but..
          	
          	This time, I won’t try to fix what’s shattered.
          	Let it scatter. Let it break.
          	Maybe it’s for good somehow. 
          	
          	No more us.
          	No more you.
          	No more waiting.
          	Our chapter has ended.
          	
          	Thank you .
          	for the best memories.
          	for understanding me.
          	for handling my chaos.
          	for making me smile.
          	when I was about to give up on life.
          	 
          	
          	                                                          ~ Kalyani