You were so desperate for love,

You blindfolded yourself.

You lifted that blindfold

Only to see from rose-colored eyes.

Everything else was not important,

Until it was.

The blindfold came off

But it was too late

You had overlooked so much

And it only powered him more

You justified it all

Slowly losing your power and yourself

Slowly crumbling from the pressure

The fights

The rules

The expectations

The weight of never being good enough

And now all you can do is try

Try to say the right things and do the right things

Try to make sure nothing goes wrong

To avoid conflict

To avoid being disappointed in your choice all over again

To stop yourself from ending it all

Hoping to keep the illusion of peace

But how do you stop yourself from wishing for the peaceful bliss of death?

A final stop to a life that has become more painful than you can bear

The relief of nothingness

All you can do is wish

So that's all you do

Hoping to find the peace you so desperately need now

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