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You should have said it to my face, that you've stopped loving me long before. I could have spared a lot of my tenderness, had I known how tragic this relationship would end.
I used to be so afraid of showing my back to other people. It's not because of how much damage they would do to me, but because of how scared they would be when they see how damaged I was. I don't look like I've been through shit. I don't act the way I should for someone who have been through hell and back. I don't complain about my personal problems as much as I should. But, I carry it well doesn't mean it isn't heavy.
I admit my way of life has always been around deaths. Deaths of close friends and loved ones. Deaths of emotions and deaths of beliefs. I look around me and I see hope in other people. I wonder when I will be like them. Maybe this life isn't for me after all. Maybe what I've been doing has gone in vain. Everything I've done is a waste of time. I could be wrong or I might be right. But in the end, I'd chosen to fully disclose my wounds to you. Yet, you chose to give me another stab and left me bleed to death.
I've been thinking about that a lot. How things came to the end. That end. That particular ending. I didn't choose to be like this. I didn't ask to be born with such unfortunates. I explained that to you, didn't I?
I begged for your patience.
I begged for your understanding.
I begged for the pity in your eyes.
I begged for your love.
I made a fool out of myself for you. I thought you were different but you made promises you couldn't keep. You could have owned up to all the mistakes you had made. You could have been honest to me. You could have been truthful to me. You could have said, "Sorry, I don't love you anymore."
I wonder when it will be my turn to be happy. If there will ever be such a time. |
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