I'm so tired of being here. Why am I still with him? I'm with him, and yet I do not feel the love. Just this sweet melancholy of the night

Everything is confusing. I feel so suppressed. All these childish fears I cannot get over. I'm still afraid of the dark. Of loneliness. Is that why I cannot leave him?

As I walk along the garden, I hear him stumbling from the porch, drunk again, calling my name. I'm afraid of him when he's this way. What if he loses all control?

I would give the very breath from my chest just to give him the insight to how I cannot bear to see him right now.

If he decides to leave, I wish he'd just do it. I cannot be the one to walk away. It hurts. Am I still in love?

His presence is so obvious, he lingers here like the never ending winter in my heart. His heart, mind and soul are always present. He just doesn't leave me alone.

These wounds, my broken heart, it will never heal. The pain seems so real in my heart, as if it's genuinely breaking. What happened, everything that happened, time will never be able to erase.

When he cried I was the one holding him, wiping his tears away. Whenever he was afraid, I tried to help him beat his fears. Holding his hand is becoming way too painful. So painful it burns. But I can't leave. He still has all of me.

Oh, I remember how he used to captivate me by his resonating light in those beautiful eyes. Now I'm bound, how did he ever manage to leave such a perfect life behind? How could he have turned into this mess? My immortal angel, he died. What do I have now?

His face haunts my dreams at night, and I can never find sleep. He's everywhere I try to run. I hate him but I just cannot leave.

His voice has chased away all the sanity in me.

Oh, I want to walk away from all of this. I long to pull myself out of this rain. But I just cannot leave without him.

I'm so tired of living in this constant fear and endless doubt. But how can I leave him broken?

I've tried so hard to convince myself, somehow, that he's not real. That he's gone. And although he's here with me, as I look into his tired eyes, the ones that do not shine any longer, I realize I'm alone. I have been alone all along. He doesn't care. He doesn't love. He doesn't anything.

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