I was drowning and couldn't get up.
He was part of what held me under,
I was part of what held me under.
I pushed him away so far so he could be better with out me.
My toxicity.
I didn't think I deserved his love
And I knew he would be better off.
I ran away into the darkest corners of my mind.
And I'm still here.
But he's not.
He's better.
The Better I knew he could be without me.
What I wanted.
So why am I mad that he's doing Better?
Because We were supposed to be Better together.
But I gave up.
I gave up.
The second
