Alone.

Go ahead,

Be single.

Is that what you want?

To leave me behind?

To be free of my nagging,

My burdens,

My emotions,

My family,

Free of me—completely.

I meant nothing to you.

I was just a bland distraction,

A temporary placeholder for your

Better future without me.

I never wanted this.

I never wanted to be alone.

But maybe it’s for the best.

For you—

To finally be rid of me.

And for me—

To finally let go of this constant anxiety.

The pain is suffocating.

You use words, but they’re so

Empty.

So apathetic.

It’s tragic.

by C⛤