Out of all the chaos, the heavy silence, and the endless nights where I sit entirely alone with my own demons, you were the only real thing that ever mattered to me. I loved you with a depth that terrified me—a love so raw and absolute that I would have torn the world apart just to keep a single smile on your face. I wanted to be your safe harbor, to absorb every ounce of your exhaustion and carry your pain so your eyes wouldn't have to shed a single tear.
​I tried so hard to be good for you, to fix the broken, toxic parts of myself because you deserved a clean, beautiful life free of trouble. But the truth is, I am ruined. I am a monster wrapped in a soft heart, a person who destroys everything he touches simply by staying close. I am the villain of my own story, haunted by a darkness that never leaves, and no matter how much I tried to wrap you in warmth, my mere presence only brings heaviness.
​Look at me—at this mess, at this twisted, broken soul. I am toxic, and staying with me is a slow poison. You deserve a new life, a happy life far away from my chaos, my mood swings, and the endless void inside me. I am setting you free not because I stopped loving you, but because I love you far too much to let my darkness swallow you whole. Run away from me. Let me be the bad guy, the memory you leave behind so you can finally breathe, heal, and find the peace I was never strong enough to give you