What if it is my fault? That you are self destructing.
That I caused all of this, and now
there's no looking back.
You were unhappy too.
I made you that way, you just couldn't say it.
Maybe I am the monster,
hidden within by my own pride.
I wish I could take it all back,
but that's not how time works.
Here I am,
left to deal with my own choices,
and my monster.
I am miserable.