It didn't matter what I did anymore.
No matter how much I asked him how he was doing. No matter how many articles I read to help fix things. No matter how much time I spent with my counselor. No matter how much I improved myself or my communication. No matter how much I tried to make him happy.
No matter what I did, it wouldn't have been enough.
He couldn't anymore. He gave up. He didn't want to have to try.
So, all the weight was on me.
But I wasn't loved anymore. He wanted to disconnect from me as much as possible.
Maybe he just didn't want me anymore. Long before he left.
And I was stuck in a tiring loop. Trying everything because I thought I was the problem.
Yet, he still had a part to play.
And that part, was hurting me and not caring.
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Notes from the Mind
PoetryI often have many thoughts on my mind, so, here are most of them trickled down into perceivable words. And maybe you can find yourself in them too.
