You always told me I was what held it all together. But now it seems I’m the one who destroys. I have no ability since the beginning of time, to hold anything together. I only destroy it even though I thought I was loving  with all my night and trying  my hardest to make you happy. I lack in all ways and it’s tiring trying to do better because I don’t know how to solve anything anymore.

Nothing hurts more than this realisation that I am after all, insufficient.