The last of me

‎I know and feel how much you love me, and that what I think of achieving is not what's actually expected of me. But how can I ever be satisfied that way? How do I praise myself then? ‎ ‎The miracle I've waited for has taken long enough for my patience to carry. And if this is how things are intended to go, I think I have lived long enough, for I have vowed never to be a side character. And I strictly refuse to get mixed up in shambles in order not to soil your names. ‎ ‎I don't wish for the tears that come after, for I don't deserve it after I choose to give it all up. Hope you forgive me, and forgive yourself, as you didn't see this coming. ‎ ‎My heart has cried and bled enough. It needs to rest. ‎Thank you for the little support you give for me to stand when you could barely stand. I'm sorry I can't meet your expectations. Farewell, my beloved family ‎