I let the feeling of guilt wash over me instead of voicing my problems. I couldn’t watch and see his sad face whenever I tell him he was in the wrong.

All I do is push him away, him not knowing what was wrong.

Now he’s pushing me away, me knowing all the wrongs that had happened.

“what did you do?”

I always ask myself as if I don’t know the answer.

“Everything is your fault, you guys would’ve been perfect”