Take a step back and try to understand.
It's really hard for them.
And it's your fault anyways.
So you have to let them hash it out.
And they can take it out on you because it's your fault.
But it was out of your control.
But you still could have handled it better.
Well it's in the past.
You guys were supposed to close that chapter.
But apparently old themes are continuing into the new pages.
Ink spilling across what used to be flawless.
And tucked away feelings creep back.
Because you still blame yourself for what happened.
And they still make you feel guilty.
You only feel bad because you love them.
You only try to understand because you care so much about them.
Can't they make it just a little bit easier on you.
Can't your troubled mind get eased.
You can't fight again.
That was supposed to stop at the end of last chapter.
We're supposed to write new words and recount new memories.
I can't fix this problem.
And I feel helpless.
And it's my fault.
And I'm a *****.
But I'm trying.
And I care.
And I love you.