You don't want me in your life anymore. That holding on to me is harder than letting go of me. I already have guilt and regret of hurting you. I didn't just fuck up your life for the hell of it. I always asked, "Why are you still with me?" You told me you loved me. Guess my impulsive, hurtful ways burned out that love. What hurts the most is that I got myself into this situation. I lost you and I can't ever get you back. And I know you don't want me back. I guess I always knew that somewhere deep inside you, you wanted to so badly get away from all of this pain I cause you. I always knew you hated me for the things I've done. And I hate myself even more for doing them. Because now I have no purpose in life no drive to continue. I sleep all day and listen to music and paint and draw your beautiful face and body so that I never forget you. All the sweet things you've said to me are fading, the horrible bickering and last words of hate you said replacing the good. I can't say that I'm not in pain or that I'm happy you're hurt. But you can't say you're sorry I'm in pain or that you worry or think about me.
STAI LEGGENDO
Her
Storie d'amoreHer voice. Her mind. Her personality. Her beauty. Her humor. Her love. Her. I met you in an odd way. We connected through our love of another. We broke rules and took risks just to reach that feeling of someone else could be there. On the other side...
