Done

I am done with the weight of your silence. Done with the ache of giving love that never found its way back to me. I am done being a shadow in the corner of my own life. I am done tiptoeing through your storms to keep your skies clear. I am not a tool. I am not a burden. I am not less. I am the voice you never let speak. I am the heart you never chose to hold. And now, I choose me. I am done— but in being done, I am free