




As the space grew between us I found myself missing you... mourning you... grieving you. But over time my sorrow shifted into anger and I was left trying to remember why I was ever upset in the first place.



I don't know how you did it, but I do understand why. Your pain made death look better, than trying to stay alive.
Half-hearted attempts and bare minimum efforts will not keep me around. I deserve more than that... I deserve more than you.


It isn't your fault. It's my fault. I was the one who believed that you would be different than the rest.
I like to think that you think about me too, but deep down I know I am the last person on your mind when you go to sleep at night. You rest soundly, while I struggle to close my eyes.
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