I ask myself how much longer I'm going to feel like this, how much longer you're going to treat me like the others, how much longer I'm going to keep holding onto the words you once said, and how much longer it's going to take for me to love myself again. You drift farther and farther away from me every day, and I've been trying to convince myself that it's what you want and that I must respect that, but it isn't easy letting go of you. I'm taking baby steps toward the door, struggling to keep my head up, because I really do deserve to be happy. I just want to be okay. I want you to be okay too.