I promised to love you.

I failed.

I promised to be there for you.

But as seasons changed, I was out of reach.

I promised never to break you.

I did worse than that.

I made you take your own life.

I don’t know how to feel.

This wound won’t heal.

I don’t know who to love.

I lost you because of my empty love.

Do I deserve to LIVE?

The only thing I know how to manufacture is pain.

Do I even deserve to be called a Man?

To be a father.

My poor mother gave birth to a Stranger.

To a monster.

I’m not angry; I am ashamed.

I’m not crying; I’m hiding.

Life is better off without men like me.

I thought I loved her.

My naked eye fooled me.

I shamelessly paved the way for her to end her life.