Grey is the colour that you made me feel. I tried so hard to keep you, but all along you were never actually good for me. You brought me addiction, you disregarded my illnesses, and in the end you made me feel like the one in the wrong for calling you out. I hate that I still care about you. And I hate that you never actually cared about me, yet instead acted like you did for your own gain and for your own image. You hurt me in so many ways, but I’m starting to feel at ease because I am no longer missing you.