Three years.
Three torturous years.
Three years I have wanted to kill myself every day of my life.
Three years I wish he hadn't died.
Three years I wish I had.
Three years I wish I had been the one to get pregnant.
Three years I wish I had been the one to die in child birth.
Three years I wish we had never met.
Three years I wish we had met sooner.
Three years I wish I could take back.
Three years I would have rather spent in Hell.
Three years I have spent in Hell.
Three years I can't take back.
Three years taking care of what he left behind when he died.
Three years since he closed his eyes for the last time.
Three years since I saw him in a pool of his own blood.
Three years I should have spent loving his memory.
Three years I hated myself for remembering him.
Three years ago the love of my life died.
Three years ago I lost all meaning.
Three years ago I lost the will to live.
Three years I lived because his memory did.
Three years ago I saw him.
Three years ago I lost myself.
Three years ago I lost my family.
Three years ago I lost my friends.
Three years ago I lost everything.
Three years.
Three years.
Three years.