It's so hard to listen to a person you are undermining;
Even if that person is sacrificing a lot to make sense,
Love and commitments don't have to be this complicated,
You're  built up with so much ego and pride.
You see no value in them.
You  prefer your opinions to theirs.
You are a control freak.

It's so hard to listen to a person you are undermining,

Now, you’re alone.
Feeble, fading,
Haunted by echoes of the past.
Regret gnaws at your silence.
Pain pulses through your solitude.
You’d give anything to rewind,
But time is a door that never opens backwards.

Years have passed.
And not even a memory of them remains beside you.
You fear death,
Not for what comes next,
But for what might never come at all.

What if no one comes to your funeral?
What if you rot alone in a house no one checks?
What if…
You were the one who made it this way?