It’s ok.

Its ok, I know that you didnt mean to, I know it was just the pressure building up.

No its not you fault, I was the one who stood in your way. I was the one who loved you too much and couldnt let you go.

Wait...

How come its always my fault? How come I cant cross the street without you pushing me in the road? How come I lay awake crying at night while you sleep soundly next to me. Why is it that my body is covered in scars and bruises not only on the outside but in the inside as well? Why is it that all my pain and love goes unnoticed? That I pour my heart out and you just smash. I cant see how this is any of my fault... How your problems always becomes my problems. That I have to deal with you anger and hatred while I did nothing but love you at the wrong time. No its not my fault, not at all... Its all your fault.

With these words I am free.