My fault, all of it

My fault. 

Your dying now. Not physically, just mentally. But you talk about how you want it to be both. 

My fault.

This is all my fault. I ended things. I left you. Now you're alone and dying. 

My fault. 

Was this all a mistake. I put me before you, and will the price be your life? 

My fault. 

I thought it would help both of us. I thought staying was hurting you. But in the end, leaving hurt you more. 

My fault. 

I was all you had, and I left. Now your suffering. 

My fault. 

You're starving yourself. You're burning yourself. Because I left.

My fault. 

You can't permanently leave. I still love you. I still care. I'm still here. 

My fault. 

You would be missed, despite what your thoughts tell you. I would miss you. 

My fault.

You can't die because of me. I love you. I'm here.

This is all my fault.