Slow Killing

"Go to bed, sleep it off. It will be better in the mourning" he said kissing my forehead.

I listened and walked to the bedroom.

But i couldnt sleep.

He didnt know,

But i was going to leave.

I waan't going to sleep it off, I couldn't.

I loved him.

But he slowly killed me.

I changed for him and then relized I didnt want to.

So goodbye,

I know you didnt mean to,

But you broke me.

I need to put the pieces back together