You know, I said I would say goodbye.

I said that I would step away.

I had no idea the control you had on me.

I didn't see the strong guilt and self loathing you forged in me.

I believed not talking about my life would make other people happy.

I withdrew myself from the world.

I wasn't happy.

I wasn't making other people happy.

I felt as if I was drowning.

And you were the one that would hold my head up when you wanted to.

You tore me down.

You ignored me.

You treated me like I was just there for you.

You controlled me.

You manipulated me.

You hurt me.

And I let you.

For almost three months, I was there.

Making excuses for you.

Letting you do whatever you want.

Letting you walk all over me.

Letting you tell me how I should and should not feel.

I let you control me.

Now?

I am free.

They all will choose you.

Because you're sick.

Because they are still trapped in your charm.

I can't be anymore.

I must detach myself.

You know how to get me.

You know how to control me.

I won't let you control me again.

Even if that means never doing what makes me happy again.

In the end, it doesn't matter.

I will be alone.

But at least I will be free.

What will you have?