Too toxic to work

I fought to stay with a man who wanted to leave.
There was hope, I had to believe.

I was wrong.
It was gone, a long time ago.

I wanted to leave and he begged me to stay.
I started loosing trust in things he would say.

He grew distant.
I was persistent, that things would change.

Nothing did.

I was fighting a battle that I couldn’t win.
So, to the darkness I caved in.

Slowly my quality of life deteriorated.
Opening up about it made me frustrated.

No one seemed to listen.
It felt like I was in a prison.

Trapped behind the bars of my mental stage.
Confined inside an invisible cage.

I expressed the lack of desire I had to live.
He left me when I finally tried to end it.
For that I can’t forgive him.

It wasn’t right.

He wanted me to be his wife.
But he left when I almost lost my life.

Now, within my heart a fear has been created.
It feels like true love is overrated.

I was there for him, when he was on the edge.
I couldn’t watch him fall, so I stepped off instead.

You see, love is about sacrifice.
Sometimes there is a price, to pay.