I could ask you to stay, but really theres nothing left to say.

I gave my all to this and like a rose, you felt only the softness while I bled through holding the thorns.

You made me feel like nobody would ever want me and I started not wanting me.

You also made me the happiest that could be possible by just smiling at me or the way you say that stupid "hi" when I'm mad at you.

All I ever wanted was a text back and maybe some faithfulness. That was too much to ask though, it seems.

Usually physical stuff means nothing but with you every touch felt so pure and wonderful. Your body felt like a puzzle piece that fit perfectly against mine.

Yet i know being a secret is not what I deserve and you know that is very wrong of you to do. Its like taking a rose from the garden and putting it in your diary so only you can enjoy it. But darling, that rose dies. Its beauty still stays the same, but the freshness and the life is ****** out of it.

That is exactly how I feel. I feel as if I'm in a self made cage that I have the key to myself. But the key is inside my heart and I have to rip it open to save myself. I guess that is what I'm doing right here.
Ripping my heart open and saving myself.

I cared a lot for you. But either I stay and end up killing myself because of you or leaving and being heart broken but have hope.

You have already killed a lot of me on the inside... so saving myself is the only option it seems.