I chose to put my mental health first.
I chose to make myself priority.
I said that was enough, I couldn't take it anymore.
You beg and beg hoping that it will make it reality.
Every fiber in my being wants you, but knows it's not healthy.
I chose to say that I want to be heard and instead of bulldozed.
I didn't want to be drowned in the personality you wanted me to be.
You didn't find the fighting.
There is a difference in fighting for someone and hoping and praying that everything will change.
Thinking I was always the one at fault.
Thinking that I never did anything right.
Seeing my love be deemed as not enough.
Something always wrong with how I love.
Insults and rude comments. Little sly remarks.
Always wanting the upper hand.
Friends that I never saw. That is left in the dark.
Trapped and caged.
I wanted you to be the one.
I wanted everything with you.
You were my heart and soul.
I saw my happiness with you.
I wasn't enough.
I wasn't listening.
I wasn't doing.
I was the reason you were depressed.
Crying myself to sleep.
I got lost.
I lost myself.
I only saw your version of me.
The version I wanted to be.
I need you.
I needed to get lost.
I woke up.
I saw everything.
I saw the love, the tragedy, the anger, the resentment.
The building of us.
The building of who I didn't want to be.
Anger was all I felt.
Dismissed in all the little ways.
Sad to have to leave.
Happy about all the good moments.
You taught me something valuable.
To never forget myself.
To never lose myself in a person.
Trust my gut the first time.
Never regret.
Life lessons come in all sorts of packages.
I don't know anything but I do know that everything happens for a reason.
I chose me:
I chose to be free and not caged.
