You

I counted on you.

I trusted you.

I was drowning,

and you were there.

I was holding on for dear life,

and you held out your hand.

You were my reason to live.

You.

Nobody else,

but you.

Without you,

I probably wouldn't be here.

You were my safety net.

You were my reason

to live.

You.

That was all you.

I had no idea how I

would be able to live

without you by my side.

I couldn't even imagine

a life

without you in it.

Yet,

here I am,

living..

breathing..

without you by my side.

After hurting for so long,

I can finally see

the light.

I can finally see

who you were,

deep inside.

Without you,

I probably wouldn't be as

mentally harmed

as I am today.

You weren't my safety net;

you were my reason

to escape from the truth.

You;

that was all you,

all fucking you.

Not me.

You.

Without you,

I felt like a million pounds

had been lifted off my back.

Without you,

I found the peace

I needed to keep on going.

I thought I could

count on you.

I thought I could

put my trust in you.

I was drowning,

and you were the only one

available to reach for my hand.

You weren't my reason to live;

you were my escape route.

So,

I guess this is

goodbye.