The only thing stopping me from killing myself is guilt. I don’t want my loved-ones to think that it’s their fault. This is just my own issue. Just me.
I don’t think I can take it anymore.
I just want to die in my sleep
I miss you so bad… I can’t stop thinking about how you might not feel the same way
To think that I was writing about us last night… About how we love each other. What could have happened? I still feel the same towards you.
No matter how hard it gets, I know I won’t be the one to throw this away
She had me speaking
In riddles and uncertainties;
I had her smiling
Like no one else had all those years.
We love because we know nothing better