I won but lost.

Yet I still think about them.

Sometimes wanting to let it go is hurting my final connection to what I had.

I regretted not showing I cared a lot.

I wanted to reject these feelings but eventually I fell to them.

I wanted them to be happy but sometimes I hated the fact I wanted to be happy as well.

I was tired of myself, lying to myself, lying to them especially.

I wanted to tell the truth but I couldn't.

I never wanted to be apart from my once called family..

My pain was my sword and shield.

The ultimate price of stoicism is having feelings.