It’s your fault, it has always been your fault.

Do you not feel guilt? Are you not tormented by regrets?

“At birth we are all pure and kind hearted, everything that happened to you was this system’s fault, don’t worry about the past and focus on the present; focus on the leaves falling from that tree, on the birds flying in the sky, on the cars passing by us, focus on me”

That’s what you said, you made me feel seen.

And now what have you done, you’ve hurt him,

out of everyone, you chose him.

What changed? Am I not pure enough? Am i not your muse anymore? Or did you just casually choose to hate me?

You grabbed the balloon from off the ground, you blowed in it, you tied it so that air could not get out, and you stepped on it, hoping that it would explode.

You did it for fun, didn’t you?

But why involve him, what has he done to you? Is being connected to me his only fault?

Take me, I’m begging you. Take me.

Take me and set him free, let him live a normal life, let him go to school, have friends, fall in love, feel the breeze on his face, let him watch the stars, walk, run, fall.

But you couldn’t care less for me, am I right? Or atleast you cared enough to take the only thing that i’m ready to die for.

I will do anything in my power to please you, to amuse you for all the time you want, all i’m asking you is your pity, just a little bit of empathy.

But why bother asking? You won’t take him back to me, this is what you think i deserve, or else you wouldn’t have taken him from me, and for that I hate you like no one has ever hated on this planet.

You are so unbothered, it’s not your fault right?

“I don’t even know what you are talking about”

That’s right, you don’t even know what you did.

But I know what you did and I know for a fact that everything that’s happening to me is your fault.

He was my eyes and my ears, everything that exists is only there because of him, I never even tried to imagine a life without his smile and his kind words, because I already knew that he is life itself.

How am I supposed to let him go? I can’t, I can’t but I have to.

He was life and when life is missing, death reigns.

That’s why you took him away from me, am I right?

I will die, and you’ve won, great job you’ve made it.

But before I die, i should remind you that the last emotion that I’ll feel is hatred, and that is entirely your fault.