He told me he would come back home.
He didn't.
He couldn't.
He is dead.
He didn't keep his promise, he left me alone.
There are tears are streaming down my face, but I don't care. I won't try to stop them, I know I can't.
I feel like my heart was ripped out of my chest, and I wish that was what happened because I wouldn't be in so much pain.
I thought love was precious, but I don't want it anymore. I love him and it brings me grief.
I just want to stop the pain that is running through my veins, suffocating me and holding on to my heart; filling it up completely, making me miserable.
I want it to stop, but it won't.
Even when that is all I'm asking for.
Even when that is all I need.