{HERstory in the making}

I didn't sleep last night
I laid on the couch and stared at the ceiling for hours
I wanted to fall asleep but I couldn't even close my eyes
I didn't want to think about it
It's all over now, forced to make a decision
but I am sure it is my fault.
I always take the blame anyways,
I'm done being that girl,
the one who freaks out and begs you to stay
especially because I really didn't do anything wrong
it's my fault you misunderstood,
it's my fault you lost your temper,
threw a tantrum, and said hateful things
about me, and my life,
because "I am so busy trying to make things work at home"
obviously you can't understand the importance.
You are only thinking about how it is affecting you.