I need to say this now.

It takes someone who doesn’t care about themselves,

someone who hates who they are,

to lie to you and abuse you for three years straight.

To watch you pour everything you have,

your time, your patience, your love,

your belief in something better,

and give nothing back in return.

It takes a special kind of emptiness

to break someone so deeply

that they stop wanting to leave,

not because they’re staying,

but because they’re too tired to move.

Too tired to fight.

Too tired to hope.

So they sleep.

Not for rest,

but because being awake hurts more.

Because loneliness can exist

even when someone is right there.