weak

Rage eats me up. I'm eating away at my head. Anxiety eats me away. All because of a lack of maturity. I'm not talking about my own maturity, but about that of the people I considered something else. All I'm left with is a disappointment. It hurts me to have idealized you this way. So undeserved. I gave myself and opened up, like I'd never done before. And you left me broken, open, exposed. Without any explanation. Weak. Weak is how you think you've left me. Weak is someone who leaves someone without an explanation.