Needle in a haystack.
I'm not perfect, I don't believe anyone is; i do things wrong just like everyone. But whats being said about me, from you, from everyone is killing me.
Most of what i don't say is to stop you and others feeling from what i do now; i could stop all these accusations with one conversation, but i know id destroy you in the process, i know it would tear apart many happy people and cause arguments beyond on repair.
I sit here and take all the harsh comments, all the accusations, all the hatred; without a single reason for receiving them.
Ive done everything for you and for others, I focused so much on everyone else being happy that its drained me to nothing.
Saving you that day, making everyone smile; its killed my soul and the sad thing is: I don't even blame you for it, I'll never harm myself, I'll never harm you and I promise i wont fight any of this.
But i accept it, you'll never read this; but take care, I'm sorry that i wasn't who you wanted me to be; but my conscience is clear and i can never get back what has gone.