Watching him like this hurts me, drowning himself with alcohol every night or maybe exposing himself in too much work.
Going home late at night to avoid any eye or skin contact with me.
Treating me like a deceased person without feelings.
Hurting me like I was born to live in hell.

He wasn't like this before. He wasn't.

The jolly person who used to live his life to the fullest that I once knew is now gone.
And maybe I am the one to blame. It's all my fault. I made him like this.
He was forced to marry me even though I was never his love.

After all, HE WAS NEVER MINE