Suicide is your fault

I asked u if i was pretty, u said no.
i asked u if i was fat, u said of course.
i asked if u wanted to be with me forever, u said no.
i asked u if u would cry if i walked away, u said no.
i heard too much and it hurt me.
but this wasn't like a quote where u made everything better by saying that i wasn't pretty, i was beautiful, the only thing big or fat about me was my heart, and that u needed to be with me, and that u would die if i walked away. instead, u meant every word and watched me walk away with not a drop of remorse or pain. so i went home and replayed everything u said in my mind and realized that without u, i was nothing. and i killed myself as slowly as i could and as painfully as i could. because i would rather be the last person to hurt me because i would never give u the satsfaction of defeating me.