You left me to die. Literally.
You broke my heart and had the nerve to say I broke yours.
You left because I was sick and had no control,
but you didn’t care.
You turned everyone against me and made me the only bad guy.
Yeah, I did my dirt, but what about you?
You weren’t perfect. You left me for dead, remember?
I’ve been blaming myself for years, for something that wasn’t entirely my fault,
it takes two to tell a lie.
I cried over you.
I cried for you.
I hurt myself because of you.
I hated myself for you.
I wanted to die because of you,
yet, I’m still sorry for something I didn’t do.
You will never see me like you did before.
I can’t come to terms with that.
I thought I couldn’t cope without you,
but here I am,
learning to cope without you.
You’re no longer something I need, just something I thought I wanted.
that isn’t good enough for me anymore.
You’re dead to me.
I don’t need you anymore.
I know you wish I were dead, and although I don’t wish you were dead, you are, in fact, dead,
You were my everything, yet you threw me away like I was nothing.
You didn’t look back,
You saw me at my worst and couldn’t handle it.
I wondered for years why I ended up not being good enough for you,
turns out, I was never good enough for you,
nor will I ever be.
This is me letting you go.
I hurt enough for the both of us,
but if I’m going to make it out alive, I need to be rid of you.
Im finally free.
Goodbye, for good.