You left it off in silence, I don't mind, I'm used to that now. You did it so often every time I would go to speak to you, you'd put me to the side and just continue what you were doing, or that received focus and I could expect a reply hours to a day later.
Never wish me happiness again, knowing full well what we had provided precisely that, torn asunder by you. I don't care the reasons as to why, that's just pure fact, you tell me you hope I'm happy and that you'll never speak to me again in the same message. That's fine then, I don't care to speak any longer. You can clearly find the ability to move on and have happiness knowing what you did to me, and knowing you abandoned me. "For my own good".
I will always hope that we suffer equally. You made that decision for me, leaving me powerless to defend everything that once brought me happiness. Now, as I watch it slip away before my eyes, you "wish me happiness", no, there is no happiness.
I had happiness, it tried to destroy me, I loved it even harder, and all it could do was run away. There is nothing more coward than that. And there is nothing more coined "betrayal", than that. I wish you nothing, but the same fate you've damned me to.
You made these choices for both of us, even after my pleading. No, in the future you will not stop my bleeding.