in·san·i·ty | B.E (HIATUS)

Prologue.

Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold.

Wet, cold, burning. From the inside all the way to my surface. I am cold and I am sad.

Why did you leave me? You never gave me a chance. I panicked. I didn't mean to hurt you.

I'm sad and I'm cold and I can't figure out what to write. Even they're hurt. Everyone is hurt. Why did you leave me? You never gave me a chance.

I wanted us to run away together. I asked at the wrong moment, I know, I'm sorry.

I broke your stove. I needed you to have nothing left so you could come with me. It was wrong, I'm sorry. I heard the fire trucks coming and I ran. I saw you there, and I made sure that you were in an area they could reach you. I checked if you were breathing. I wanted you to live. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.