My pain was too much. I couldn't stand it. It was killing me.
I had to forget about him. He was everywhere. I though about him everyday. He was in my thoughts. I thought sleep could make me forget. But he was in every single one of my dreams.
I would always fall asleep to my tears. It was my lullaby. I would wake up with the tears dried to my face. Which would only make me cry when I woke up.
So many tears. So much pain. I had to forget about him.
I've done it so many times before. There were scars. Some tried blood still on my wrist.
I guess I did it a little too deep this time. Blood was just pouring down my arm. On to the floor. I had to stop.
My vision was going blurry. I was getting faint.
Was this it? Was I going to die?
All because of him.
Why do I still love him?
