I hate me.

I hate me I hate me.

I hate me I hate me I hate me.

I hate me I hate me I hate me I hate me I

Hate

Me.

Why?!

Why am I never enough?!

Why can I not just get through this?

Why do I have to go around hurting everyone I care about?

What’s my problem?

I’m so sorry.

I’m so sorry that I can’t do this.

I just can’t.

I have no excuse,

No escape.

I am not enough for you,

And I just can’t do this.

Maybe it’s for the best?

Or is that just wishful thinking?

I just can’t.

I’m sorry.

I just don’t think I’m helping you,

And it hurts so much.

I’m turning into someone I don’t want to be.

It’s not your fault, that’s not what I’m saying.

I think we were meant to be together,

With how we snapped into place so perfectly.

Perfect. That’s what we were.

Remember when we started?

When we were so happy together.

When we arranged every plan to match.

When we told our friends about us.

When we exploded into the world like fireworks.

When “we” was something thrilling and dangerous and new.

Remember us?

Cause I do.

I remember every beautiful detail,

Every day I loved you.

You were so many of my firsts.

You were perfect.

So thank you.

Despite everything, I really am grateful to you.

But the things I used to love are dying out.

You have to admit, we’re falling apart.

We’re falling apart but clinging to each other.

I don’t think we even realize the pain we’re causing.

But we have to…

We have to let go.

We’re both changing, and that’s not a bad thing.

We’re growing,

Hopefully taller and stronger and better.

We just have to let go.

So maybe… maybe it’ll be okay.