They tell me to think about my loved ones
They don't listen when I say I do
When I say they're why I stayed for so long

I'm exhausted to think about others
So I'm trying to think about myself

But whenever I do
I'm told how selfish it is
They tell me to think about the pain
It would be for my loved ones if i died

I ask them to think about the pain it is
For me to stay

They'ld rather keep me suffering
Than letting me go

"How selfish of them" I think
They're trying to "help" me
Without realising they're making things worse

But it's fine
Because I'm the selfish one
I'm the one in the wrong
And they're right

© Ytha