The Death of Us

The day I realized you were gone is the day I can’t bring myself to who I really am.

I thought I was discovering who I really am but truth is you were the one giving my life meaning. You made me who I am. We were suppose to be inseparable. I can’t blame you for not choosing me nor can I blame you for cutting me out of your life. I, too realize how s****y of a person I was.

I can’t accept the fact that I was weak, I always wanted to catch up with you guys but the more I try and push myself harder, the more I get left out.

I admire people not hate them and envy them that’s the truth. I just can’t get myself to admit it in front of them. Smart-shaming. Sarcasm. Those are my defense mechanism.