There was a flame inside of me and you noticed that, asking me what I kept hidden inside of me.
I asked if you would stay if you knew what I have hidden
and you promised me that you would never leave.
When I told you the cause of the flame that burns inside of me,
you couldn’t handle all the darkness and decided to leave.
A few years later, this small flame became a bonfire
and no one dared to try and kill it.
You left me to be like that.
You made me have this burning feeling growing, hate and insecurity, for the rest of my life.
- Ignoring the problem won’t make it smaller.

Remember what I said?
Remember what made you leave me?
I told you about my attempt at suicide.
I told you that I cut myself.
I told you that I hated my self.

You made it worse.