I Tried

I tried.

I truly tried.

I begged him not to go, that he'll regret it in the end.

But he wouldn't listen to the words i said, he claimed i was nothing but a little girl who knew nothing about the world.

In the end no mater what i said or did he went, he went and got me killed.

Only when i was gone did he realise his mistake but by then it was already far too late.

No mater how many times he regretted, cried, begged for time to rewind back nothing happened and nothing will.

I stayed dead... cold as ice, pale as the moon above and all because of his pride.

What good is pride when it makes you lose the one person that you need?

That without him you cannot breath?

Will the pride make you happy after you lost the person due to that pride?

I tried.

I swear i tried but he refused to listen and so i died by the hands of my true love.