Was it me?

Was it something I did? Was it something I didn’t do? Was it something I said? Was it something I didn’t say? Was it me?

These thoughts run through my head, when I’m alone at night, going over everything that didn’t go down. Why did you not tell me? Why wasn’t I worth mentioning? Why couldn’t you just tell me you didn’t want me anymore? Please, I’m begging you. For my peace of mind. Why?