The day I destroyed myself.

It happened to me, the non-controlling one, the forever-allowing one, the naive one.

Accumulation of past treacheries, deception and lies that I never processed or fully mourned, became abominable self-made monsters that I wasn’t able to stop. They were breeding deep inside, feeding off gossiping and rumours, plotted against my usual self, took over, made me a prisoner. I screamed and couldn’t hear my voice, I was no longer my own. It bursted all out, spat all over the one I cared for, with all the worms, self-made fear and rage, damaging the thread that kept us connected.

All that is left is shattered pieces of my old self, and a faint dazed heart beat.

Perishing is next.

Update in Apr/2025: No, it wasn’t me. I was right. It was him. He blamed me for something that HE did, I fell again into naivety, I trusted him… again.