I'm so angry.
So sad.
Because of you, I'm terrified to meet someone new.
What if I get to attached to them and they did the same thing you did?
I'm not selfish enough to believe that it was all my fault.
I'm not worth that.
But for some reason you chose me as a last resort.
And I failed.
What haunts me is the same thing that killed you.
I couldn't let myself be loved.
So I pushed you away.
Not knowing that I just pushed away the last ties you had to this Hell.
The guilt is so heavy on my shoulders, it's hard to stand.
Sleep is a thing of the past.
Of course, it gets easier as time goes on.
But I'll never forget.
