So this is what it all comes down too.
It’s my fault.
But I can’t help but feel that I’m being abandoned.
The guilt and shame press down on me
And the harsh indents they leave on my skin
Strike deeper than you think.
It’s anger. It’s hatred.
It’s my fault.
But now I don’t know what to do.
There’s no way you could know how much this meant to me.
And there’s no way I’m letting go, with or without you.
I wish I hadn’t given reason for your faith in me to disappear.
And I wish you weren’t doing this,
thinking it was going to make this easier for me.
It’s all my fault.