Truth hurts

It freaking hurt.

but of cos its all my fault.

So how much did i love you? I didnt know, perhaps now i still do not.
But one thing i do know. Its hard to breathe now that you are almost not here.
There is a dull aching pain, always that dull aching pain.
Tears are almost always over flowing.
But now i have to be strong.

Are we playing the blaming game you ask. What blaming game?
Are things different? I feel they are. And now i feel alone.
You say there would be support, i would have support. But the support i that needed most is yours.

The truth hurts. They always do. And now i bear the consequences of my actions.

Almost alone.