It is the moments like these that I hate the most.
The bitter silence between what you should have done and what you did.
The gaps of time where you lay by yourself
Sinking into your bed as if you are nothing.
It is the moments where I find myself screaming, holding my chest and watching myself fall apart next to someone I love.
Who is unable to pick up the pieces of the bomb I let explode inside me.
It is when they tell me what I should have done
That leaves me with what I did
