Burnt sienna is the shade of exits.
When my trauma has become a load you’re no longer willing to help me bare,
No words will be necessary.
I won’t hate you, I truly understand.
It is dark, and sad and if I had the option of an out I would take it.
I won’t hold it against you.
You’re word will not be broken.
You said you’d never leave but you didn’t know what you signed up for.
Love, you are not a monster.
I am just a wreck.