I’m fading, each day. Competing with ghost of your version of me. I dressed as you liked,

I’m fading, each day. Competing with ghost of your version of me. I dressed as you liked, laughed when you wished. I’m scared by you and wishing for an escape.I don’t want to be your favourite place to hide or your comforting pillow anymore. I need you to understand that I’m not the same person who fell in love with you. And while I’m re discovering myself, I don’t want to hear about your bad days because I don’t want my demons to win. I know, you need me, but right now I need myself more;