And again the cycle is repeated. The nights are the worst. That’s when the thoughts are prevalent. And what is it that stops me? It’s the idea of my body. No one deserves to find a loved one dead,especially if it’s at his own hand. Children need to live happy lives,not be scarred and tortured with gruesome images. No one deserves this pain. I want my life to be extinguished. The pain doesn’t matter because in the end I will succeed. The nights get colder and colder. My sheets aren’t enough. There is no warmth in my heart,just a void that never seems to end. […]
The nights never seem to end. Even if I cover myself up,I feel cold. Empty. I lost my best half over 5 months ago. I gave you my heart. I showed you the person that I truly am. My whole I’ve been afraid of people. They all leave. They all die. And the worst part is that every time someone leaves,no matter how minuscule the friendship, I die inside. It seems I’m at my limit. She was the most important person in my life and still she is in my mind. Time could not be made for me. Now the days are long and dull. […]